Saint Valentine's Day
wait one day in Italy
Single's Day will be

the inundation
of  light entered the rooms
new projects were born

waking up early
I want to sleep some time more
to dream you again

fog enveloping
the enlargement of our souls
imprisoning them

ice as white laces
which are shining at the sun
are cradling the heart

voices at  morning
voices and good intentions
for a new starting

wake up and think
everyday is a gift
I'm not alone

Wandering in the woods
I met you in the hoods

I feel the leaves falling
You see the leaves dancing

I’m annoyed by a rotten shiver
You’re enjoying sparkles in the river

“Please, the woods some more let’s comb”
“My baby is waiting at home”