Reality and Fantasy
Cutting his skin, a poet speaks with blood
A long journeythis soul pulls at your hand
enclosed and wandering Casper
in a bottomless dream
I gave destiny and desire
to the sea of crashing waves
like flames floating in the bay
Hold meon a night when the gaita resounds
beckoning to men who had been tamed
a belly-dance repeatingthe reason I was born
reality and fantasy
everything that reflects in my eyes
until this blood dries and disappears
I lay my words on the wind that blows
on this sea and this shore
That is the proof of me
Reality and fantasy
everything that reflects in my eyes
until this blood dries and disappearsI'll sing it
