I got lost looking trought the vortex of lost souls,
by André Lopes
now im haunted by strange faces in strange places.
ghosts look thought my window,
they are dancing outside over a ice lake
trowing ashes at the air and laughing.
ill just go fast towards a white neon waterfall
where my reflection baths in incense and brightness.
an old lady dressed in feathers told me to let it go,
to search only for a dolphin screaming in the desert
because he was the only one who could help me.