at the evening's end I wanted to be myself. a heart

In the green morning

I wanted to be a heart.

A heart.

 

And in the ripe evening

I wanted to be a nightingale.

A nightingale.

 

(Soul,

turn orange-colored.

Soul,

turn the color of love.)

 

In the vivid morning

I wanted to be myself.

A heart.

 

And at the evening's end

I wanted to be my voice.

A nightingale.

 

Soul,

turn orange-colored.

Soul,

turn the color of love.

 

Federico García Lorca

 

Andrea Falconiero - Passacaglia

 

JUSTICE

Done