Night of notes, notes of night
Of a moon that tricks the dogs
Invisible vagabonds in the streets that know everything
And I walk there
In time with the noise of the spinning earth
And bakers making tomorrow's bread
Buckets of water waking up the balconies
Cooked by the morning sun
In this night of cobwebs
Of night threads on my face
The wide breath of the wind follows me
Sniffing my pants
And how many fingers are catching notes
That fall down from heaven
And the days close
Behind the locks of the doors
Good night to the little pains
Good night to all the musicians
Good night to these ink clouds
Good night to this child of ours

Here in this curve of the sky
And every smell is a memory
That comes back point-blank
And takes away
The thirst and the wrong days
For a night of peace
In the tired hearts

Night of notes, notes of night
Tense like a drum skin
Headlights that pierce the patience of the air
Trying to understand my eyes
In this very moment between California and Japan
Someone will invent the future
For all the men who pass
On the sheets of the world like scribbles
In this night of distracted stars
Surprised by a confusing dawn
Old walls
That breathe a patched young sky
And a salty awakening of the sea
On the deserted piers that overtake the waves
Like something hoarse
That you wonder what it is while it's already passed you by

Good night to every silver note
Good night to a relief of wind
Good night to this golden silence
Good night, good night darling

Here in this road of no one
I'm rummaging for words
To make someone dream
When it will come
From the sky where it is
A hope of light
A new song
Here in this night of notes
Looking at my life
In my empty hands
But what is it
That still makes me believe
It lines my eyes with love
And it will put me to sleep on the side of the heart

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