I lend an ear to the blood
to the dust of Mahomet
with his two arms open wide
I lend an ear to the helicopters' rotors
whispering during the tempest of sleep
to those souls already dead
in the pilots' heads -

I lend an ear to a bridge
that lies down with the trembling waters
at every warning siren
borne by a flock of stars
towards the circus of memories