Testo Kitiara

Kitiara, of all these days, these days Are rocked into dark and waiting in regret As the clouds obscure the city as I write this Delaying thought and sunlight In absences you grew, more beautiful More poiseness you were An attar of orchids in the swimming night Where passion like a shark runs down a bloodstream Murders four senses, only taste preserving Kitiara, what do the gods know about our love Kitiara, faith is strong and hope is enough