Our hands were thin and we were making a ship out of gold, the sheet of the gold ship was not preyed upon by the rain, the heart of the doll was not in the chest, we dreamed of a sky at night in the hands of our father, its lullaby was a miracle, when we fell asleep, the days that went by had to be screamed from the bottom of our hearts, we could taste candy, the captain of the ship was in the shape of a father, in our sleep, the story of drowning the sun was beautiful for us, how beautiful it was for us on the water, a colored fish near the dawn of the party of light. They would give them that they were kind in the salt water , they would say sweet words, the ship would not burn in the heat of the sun, its nails would not sell our happiness to life, the shadow of its hands would make the sun ineffective, the tension was like the wind, and sleep was traveling like a dream, one night from the same night when the sky was crying, we built the ship and waited for it to come that night, but under the blue dome , there was no warm lullaby breath, the sky of our sleep when it became starless, the ship was torn to pieces in the sea . You have to scream from the bottom of your heart, you have to scream from the bottom of your heart, you have to scream from the bottom of your heart, you have to scream from the bottom of your heart, you have to scream from the bottom of your heart, you have to scream from the bottom of your heart, you have to taste
