On Satur(n)days we used to sleep all motionless and 
still ...-While shrouded in an oppressive gloom we're 
handed over to the dream. A sleep so dark, this "Moon 
by Day", of powers strange and weird, through mystic 
veils her silver rays are glowing carefully. Wov en of 
dewdrops and magical light, this gown that we' re 
wearing here is but a cloth of mist and we used to call 
it "Breath of the Other Sphere"...

We are floating, flying, incredibly fast, the world of 
the thought gives birth to this life. Free to remember, 
to discover and feel as were closely together in our 
parallel flight. While beyond the gates our bodies lie 
next to each other in fragile rest, two chests are 
lifted up and down, moved only by some mortal breath. 
Yes, our bodies are sleeping so closely together, but 
it's only in our minds that we touch (at last). In the 
realm of the spirit(s) our souls become one in the 
happy knowledge that we are completing halfs.

No bodies and no harriers ...- (all) far more intimate 
and strange. Our understanding is clearer, incomparably 
real, although there is no sound that dares to escape 
... His eyes are mirrors, gates to his soul, one true 
look and I recognize that it's him, my husband, the one 
that I love. See me! Read me! Step inside !!! No 
barriers and no masquerade, come, be received beyond 
distress! So intensively and so deep as our fingers 
unite, our hands caress.

Two wanderers are lovingly dwelling this land, (as) we 
fly side by side over mountains and glens. In the 
twilight lit of the sillier moon . ..- - set free from 
the flesh, released from this tomb! 

On Satur(n)days we used to sleep, the other side 
exploring, alive in our dreams ... Free from the pain, 
home where we belong and guarded by the shadows of the 
enchanted realm. Below a violet sky, both dark and 
profound, the horizon is glitt'ring, still there is no 
sound. We fly through the night crossing frontiers and 
lakes, mountains and valleys ... world without end. 
"This is where we truly belong, take both my hands, 
look into my soul !" I feel the strength of his embrace 
as we're closely together in this secret place
...
"Hush, hush, my Dear, can yon hear the rustling in the 
Undergrowth? See through the branches, there in the 
glade ...", ghostly creatures as they dance and sing. 
Their transparent bodies, half man and half beast, 
their voices so sweet like a soft breath of wind. On 
Satur(n)days we used to sleep, and my pain was eased by 
his love...