A dark man – what could he want
But a never-ending embrace,
Dolphins in the water, a wood of birches
And a hill from which to watch the Aurora Borealis?

What could he want, this dark man,
But a boat floating on warm oceans without course,
The planes of a treasure island, and a house
That looks over the beach of lost days?

What could he want, this dark man
But a little world, three truths,
Some breadcrumbs for the birds,
And a glass of wine that reflects dreams and cities?