Hotels of the ultimate
Hotels of the ultimate
Roses that grew alone
Behind the house of the aged
The tiles of his eldest dreams
Fashioned his desolate days
Fragrance of the breeze
Reads the prelude of wind that generates a whisper
And grows up a sound
And opens its calyx for naked and passers by
Hotels of the ultimate
And domicile of the dead
The roses on mother plant
And the roses on ours while we in perpetuate death
Glow in the chest two candles of love
And the warmth and learning might rain
Strike his jaws of the severity of cold.