My heart is so bright, not because of its soft whiteness, but because of the dreams that dwell in my chest thanks to your blue eyes.
I tried, like any story, to hide my flowers so you wouldn't see the trace of your love on my face.
My waters are warm, and all these phrases don't hide my longing for you. Yes, I am a prisoner of my longing for you, and it's not strange to see in my heart all the wishes that hide their dreams with a silent veil.
I am a story of longing; my rivers are nothing but a legendary face of waiting, and my boats are nothing but calls that know no destination but you.
I am your lover who hides his love with all happiness.

In your unseen love,
when morning opens its eyes,
the birds sing with longing.
And when evening closes its eyes,
I see a moon that reminds me of you.
Oh, my poor heart,
drowning in your unseen love.

Everything reminds me of you. Do you see the morning? It reminds me of you. Do you see the evening? It reminds me of you. Do you see the sun? It reminds me of you. Do you see the moon? It reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.
If I look at the sky, I remember your blue eyes. If I look into my heart, I remember your strange tenderness. If you touch my face, I remember your beautiful face.
Everything reminds me of you. Even when I write poetry, the poetry reminds me of you. If I read a love poem, it reminds me of you. If I feel my heartbeat, it reminds me of you. If I see a beautiful bird, it reminds me of you. If I see an elegant rose, it reminds me of you. If I hear a beautiful voice, it reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.

Come closer to me, sit here, under this tree, here is a bird singing and a pink flower that never lies. Come, reach out and shake my hand. Come closer to me, and remove all the leaves of distance and gray veils. Come, let's sing of love, and write a poem on this beautiful night. Our hearts are warm and full of dreams. Come and sit; don't stay standing, for my eyes are tired from tears and my heart is tired of waiting. Come, warm yourself with tales of love, for our souls are pure rivers that never know cold. Come closer to me, let's write a new story.

Isn't it nice to live in a time that fills you with love?  So, I became more transparent and smiled.  Don't you feel that many of those stars have come together? There is little left to shine love.  Yes, I know, and I know it is a matter of love, and it told me about the deep gaze.  So, extend your hand to shake hands with the depths and overcome the strange absence.  Yes, I will and we will celebrate. Imagine if I were sitting on the hill and not talking to you, what would be the fate of love?  Yes, the fate of love; It is a matter of love.

Oh, beautiful, bring back my heart, my memory, and my dreams, which have always been colored by the pink blossoms of your soft hands.
Oh beautiful, when will my heart rejoice with your blue eyes? When will your train stop here under the shade of our smiling tree?
Oh, beautiful, didn't you know that the sparkle of your eyes has illuminated my surroundings, and that its magical rays have revived dreams and fresh tales?
Oh, beautiful, you haven't given me a chance to think of anyone but you, and I no longer see nothing but your eyes, and I know nothing but your love.
Oh, beautiful, don't you see the path of my yearning? The path of love instead of this pile of silence.
Oh, beautiful, what truly makes me happy is that this is the first love my heart has known, and the first train I have waited for with joy.

Whenever I see anything from you, my heart blossoms and soars without return. I must tell you that I need you to feel myself. Yes, I need you desperately and without delay.
Come a little closer so that the flowers may bloom. I feel nothing without your nectar, and I am nothing at all without your presence. I only feel happy when I see your blue eyes.
Come closer, so that your light may fill my weary soul and my poor heart. When I see you, I feel my pulse and the beats of my heart, all thanks to you alone.
After a long darkness, I feel my soul that was absent and find my lost happiness. I feel the light of your eyes penetrating me deeply.

My love, I trust you, because you are something full of truth and clear as the sun. My love, I trust you as I trust my eyes and my hands. Be my eyes with which I see your blue eyes, and be my hands with which I caress your rosy lips.
My pure and clear love, you are a river, you are a moon, and you are a soft nighttime story. My love, how I trust you, I trust your words, I trust your looks, I trust your whispers and your gestures.
My beautiful love, how wonderful you are! How delicate, and how soft you are. And how much I trust you. My love, I trust you, so do you trust me?

I am grateful that you are here, that you fill my life with bright and elegant colors.
I am grateful to you because you are different and wonderful.
I am truly grateful, and I have nothing but to thank you for this abundance, this contentment, and this imagination, all from you.
I am grateful, and I will always be grateful, that with your presence you revived a spirit in me that had been absent for years.
I am grateful that, because of you, I began to remember my smile, my passion, my voice, my journey, the birds and the rose; things I had forgotten before you.
I must tell you that I am grateful to you because your love is a wonderful thing that has happened in my life.
I am truly grateful to you because the happiness I feel with you has never happened and will never happen again.

Here, far from you, thirst inhabits the eyelashes of my eyes that long for you. The sunset has exhausted me, for there are no birds here, no bright colors.
Here, far from you, silent moments steal me and the joy of my morning. When will you rise? When will the colors of dawn rise from the distant galaxies? Then my celebration will be great with you.
Here, far from you, I dream of a cheerful smile hidden among your shores. Oh, my dearest one, teach me a warm nighttime sigh and a gentle morning smile.
Here, far from you, I learn nothing but silence and solitude that steal my breath. So, I look forward to seeing your eyes every day. They're the only thing that makes me feel like myself and come out of my loneliness.

HOW OFTEN

It is easy to kiss a flower or travel far toward love on a long night? And it's easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, how the trees love to touch the face of the river. How often do your shadows tell me about walking among the colorful paths, and that it's something that delights the heart, perhaps one day I'll find a thread or a hand pointing to you. How often do I remember the features of your face on mornings caressed by the breeze? How often have I been dazzled by its captivating fragrance? How often have I drawn with your shadows an embrace and a kiss like strange travelers who have come from afar. They spend the night among the hills, their eyes only smiling between unforgettable waterfalls.

Every day, I silently love you, I silently want you, I silently wait for you, I silently miss you, and I silently dream of you. This is how I live this silent love with great passion and great pain.
Every day, I joyfully write you touching and profound words, even if I don't know if you're reading. This is how I live moments of happiness with you, knowing that you know nothing about my silent love.
As always, every day I need you, I need your presence, I need your sight, I need your writings, I need your shadow. Every day, I need to tell you clearly that you are so precious and that you have taken up residence in my heart with all its strength, and this is what makes me happy with my silent love that I will not tell you.

As usual, every day, I search for you among my papers; I search for your name. You have no idea how my face lights up and a smile spreads across my lips just by seeing your name among the names that have passed by here.
As usual, every day I wait for you impatiently, as if I've lost something. I await your special presence, your special shadow, and your special letters. Perhaps I would like to tell you how happy I am that you came just to say hello.
Every day I write to you, I feel that you are close to me, listening to me, so I express to you what is inside me with a strange clarity that has never happened before. You are the only person I feel safe with, the only person I trust among all people.

YOUR EYES ARE A LOVE SONG
Your words are smiling roses, like a radiant wedding night. Your heart is filled with soft lights that gently illuminate the place. In your hands are baskets of love that sway like small, moist branches amidst hearts and valleys, so that the paths overflow with love. When you draw longing in eyes and send sweet shards of love to the ends of the earth, the valleys fill with gazelles, and the rivers overflow with a radiant joy that my eyes cannot see, but my heart feels it strongly because your eyes are a love song in which I am lost.

I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?

I will love you in deep silence and from a wide distance.  I will love you without a sound, a whisper, or a song. I will love you without telling you or pointing you out.
I will love you with every distance, with every despair, and with every absence. I will love you with deep absence and deep separation. I will love you from afar, look at you from afar, and be happy with you from afar. I will love you secretly and privately, between me and myself, and I will not tell anyone about my love, not even you.
I will love you forever until the end of life, but in silence and as far away as a star.

I wonder if you'd allow me to call you "my dear"? To be a star that no other star can approach. And of all the flowers, all the eyes, all the smiles, you alone are my dear.
I wonder if you'd like me to call you "my dear," and to rejoice in your eyes, shining like green lapis lazuli, illuminating the sky like a flock of birds and dreaming butterflies.
I wonder if you'd be happy for me to call you "my dear," to chant your name by all the names, and to live in your light after a long, strange darkness.

In front of your blue eyes all the joyful things sway before me, and dreams dance lightly and endlessly, penetrating me like a happy, unforgettable story. It's your blue eyes drawing a smile that melts all the ice the galaxy knows. I wonder at this enormous amount of ecstasy and joy, I wonder how lucky I am to have these moments that ****** me away like a delicate, invisible bird. In front of your blue eyes, I am something unseen. In front of your blue eyes, I am a pile of feelings that are neither felt nor seen.

Your morning refreshes my heart. It tells me that love is something dazzling, and that it is a companion like your gentle soul.
A morning with you is something different, for you are the jewel of the sea that only a legendary lover can understand.
Your morning is delicate but also wise,where your voice is as enchanting as your blue eyes. Yes, your charm is something dazzling.
you were sitting there in all the light, and I couldn't get enough of looking at you. How could I get enough of looking at you when longing overwhelms me?
I couldn't help but greet you and seek you out. You are my eternal destiny.
Your morning was filled with longings hidden behind eyes and words. In fact, it was like listening to you with my heart, for you are the only one in the world who speaks to my heart.
Your morning made me a legendary lover.

My breath is as hot as Indian pepper, and from my voice fiery chants flies. In my heart are destructive storms, but my eyes are elegant and furnished, from which flow raging streams whose water never runs dry towards you. My dreams are so deep and delicate; for I live in my deadly longing for you. How do you want my heart to have a roaring water that calmly irrigates everything?
I feel your warm voice touching my depths so strongly, but your elegant fingers write nothing. Thus, under the weight of silence, I always try to stand in the middle of the road and whisper in a soft voice in the ear of the days, hoping you feel the warmth of my touch on a green leaf that reminds me of your eyes.

I am a raindrop, and you know that rain is a love story that falls silently to refresh the depths.
Yes, I am just a raindrop that fell on your window in the morning with all love and longing.
I remember how wishes looked at you, and how the wings of the wind carried my silent kisses. But when the longing overflowed inside me, I fell on your window as a raindrop.
Yes, when my longing for you overflowed, I became a raindrop.

I am thirsty for you, and all I have in my hand is a flower and longing. I am so thirsty for your blue eyes, and for your unforgettable radiance. How did all this happen without me knowing? You are rooted inside me and penetrate deep into my soul like a precious and unique treasure. Perhaps you do not know that I live on your memory, I search for your name and your smile. Perhaps you do not know that I kiss the letters of your name passionately, and hug your pink picture passionately, hoping to be quenched, because I am always thirsty for something from you. Perhaps one day you will think of passing by here, just to say hello, just to see your blue eyes, it will be enough for me and quench my thirst.

Isn't it beautiful to live to witness my heart filled with love? Love is something pure and wonderful, like your blue eyes. I only knew it through your smile. You who taught me love. Don't you see that I become more beautiful when I talk to you about love that transcends everything? Don't you feel that my moments smile when I talk to you about love and that a part of me remains bright? Here I am, waiting for the rain; do you see this flower, it's my heart? And do you see this cloud? It's your smile. Yes, I know you are inside me, and I also know that you are a magic that never leaves me. Here I am, talking to you about love to shake hands with the depths. Yes, when I talk to you about love, your spirit embraces me, and when I talk to you about love, I kiss you in secret.

I love your name, all its letters, and the way it's written.
You don't know how my heart rejoices just by seeing your name and its elegant pink image shining on my page.
Your name is the most precious and beloved of names. Without it, no day is beautiful, and my hours are empty.
When I see your name among the names, morning comes again, the sun rises again, the birds sing again, and joy glows in my heart once more.
I love your name, its details, its colors, and I love how it affects me and makes me happy.
When I see your name, I rejoice more, I am more elated, I dream more, I love you more, and I adore you more.

Who said I'm a poet? No, I'm not a poet. I just sit there on the river bank celebrating your great flood.  It's every waterfall and breeze from the pure balcony where the voice is free and every story has no end.
Yes, I am not a poet but I can count the beats of my heart honestly, and see the features of light in your eyes clearly. As for those dark walls, they do not hear the call nor see your beautiful eyes because their hearts are gray and their hands are yellow.
Yes, I am not a poet but when your hand touches my heart, I see the depths and I burn without tears.

Suddenly, you are in front of me
In all your glory.
I speak to you gently
And look at you tenderly
Because you are something precious.
You are the whisper of the moon
And the truth I miss.


فجأة


فجأةً، أنت أمامي
بكل مجدك.
فاحدثك بحنان
وانظر اليك بكل رقة
لأنك شيء ثمين
أنت همسة القمر
والحقيقة التي أفتقدها.

I will smile this morning with all my strength, its silky threads remind me of your wonderful radiance, and its colorful birds remind me of your delicate tales that plant everything unforgettable inside me. Oh sun, isn't it strange that we meet in a boat of wishes and fleeing dreams? Where your golden hand weaves paths that know no calm. Back then, I was a free wild bird carrying in its heart every story that knew nothing about volcanoes. Isn't it strange that you have all this dew? Like a kiss that dyes my soul with the colors of the rainbow, so I take out in the midst of astonishment a delicate ear of wheat that overflows with happiness from your eyes, its beginning.
This is me, oh sun, a pile of undulating outpourings; I sail towards your glowing magic that knows no night or sleep. There; longing fills the very warm streams and embraces the very warm trees, so I vanish like a tale that knows no distances.

I loved the sea because it reminded me of your blue eyes, from which my beginning and end are revealed. I loved the sun because it reminded me of your golden cheeks. I loved the evening because it reminded me of your moist whispers. Ah, how often we talked about the morning and its radiance, and here you are with your Babylonian eyes, creating infinity in my heart. Your blue eyes enchant the place like an eternal lazuli honor and like worn walls polished with ruby. Your Babylonian eyes are sweet as honey, and like the eyes of an angel playing with a deer.
Your eyes are something indescribably beautiful. They look at me, and I smile without turning around. It is enough for me that when I see your eyes, I smile.

When my eyes see your radiant face, thoughts dance within me like warm shadows. The noise of your presence is what pierces my silence. Perhaps you would like to see my soul leap for joy across the meadows. Perhaps you don't know how the light of your eyes revives cities deep within me. Perhaps you don't know that you are the light that awakens every sleeping part of my feelings. Perhaps you don't know that.

I love your calm smile that refreshes my heart like a delicate breeze.
I love your indescribable cheeks, blushing like a field of singing flowers.
I love your beautiful soul that creates dazzling days, months, and seasons.
I love everything about you. And I love thinking of you and dreaming with you.
I love everything that reminds me of you, and I love your presence. When you come, everything disappears except your breathtaking beauty.

Thank you for being my friend, your presence is a gift and a joyful world. Talking to you is a sweet song and a beautiful dream, and the moments of your presence are a strange reason for happiness.
Thank you for being my friend. You are a sunshine in dark days, a shining star in dark nights, and every strange breeze removes the worries of a gloomy day. When we laugh together, we laugh deeply and when we grieve together, we grieve sincerely. You are truly amazing.
Thank you for being my friend, my gratitude to you is limitless, and my happiness with you is limitless. Your smile in the morning brightens my day and lights up vast gardens in my soul, and your words in the evening water the fields of dew inside me, unforgettable.

I know you're an illusion, and I'm happy with this illusion, and that's enough for me.
I know you're something impossible, and I like to strive for you, even though you're something impossible. How happy that makes me.
I know you're a distant dream, but believe me, I'm grateful to be living this distant dream.
I've become so convinced that you're an illusion that I've given my mind and reality a vacation. I'm like the ancient sages, but I've given my wisdom an early retirement because I'm truly happy with this magical illusion.
I've become so convinced that there's no way to your blue eyes, your charming smile, or your luminous face. I've become certain of that, and yet I'm immersed in the dazzling joy of your existence.
I know you're an illusion, and what a beautiful illusion you are.

Your eyes are my world, and I desire nothing else. I truly desire nothing else.
Your eyes are my world, and I have lived with them for hours and days, deeply and intensely.
Your beautiful eyes are my happy world, my hidden world, my only world, and my very special world, which I desire no other.
Your blue eyes are my beloved world. I do not miss them because they are always with me, and my blood inhabits them.
Your eyes are my world, and all these flowers, colors, rivers, and birds are an outpouring from them.
Your eyes are the world in which I truly live. Your eyes are enough for me, and for that I am very grateful to you.

Let's paint on the face of time a captivating picture in which the streets, places, and times laugh.
Let's be immersed in love. Let's fly without wings, for love is a vast world.
Have you seen love? How do you prevent a passionate heart from being fulfilled? How do you imagine you could restrain a heart melting with longing? It's incredible, even the trees we passed, and that bird, yes, and the light in your eyes that I remember so well and also, the screams, yes, how beautiful they are, it's amazing.
But how can you not feel, or see all this passion? And how can you not fall in love? Why are you so silent? Why don't you tell me I'm in love status ?

Your love makes me purer; its dazzling light cleanses every aspect of my heart, mind, and body of every bad thought or action. Your love prevents me from doing anything bad.
Your love makes me more honest; your honest face and genuine expressions keep me away from lying and falsehood. With your love, I live only the truth and seek only the truth. Your love prevents me from lying.
Your love makes me more beautiful; your blue eyes and rosy cheeks overflow with vitality, elegance, and joy. From them, I learn elegance, gentleness, and softness. Your love prevents me from anything ugly.
Your love makes me wiser; your wise words and truthful lips plant within me all that is wise, rational, and balanced. I become one of the wise men. Your love prevents me from saying anything unwise.

Oh, wild love, how could you invade the corners of my dreams and my closed worlds? You draw me into a strange passion like a traveler lost among the bamboo trees.
It is a wild love whose tales melt my soul, touching the skin of the water. It is soft, enchanting, and irresistible.
Let me sail endlessly into your eyes and disappear happily into its waves. I just want a stormy moment, where you surround me with all the glittering drops on your golden hills.
This is how my dream sings. I am not skilled at pretending, but the drops of ecstasy that wet the grass stir this wild love.
O my beloved heartbeat, where did you get all this purity? And all this glorious existence? When I look at your smiling face, bathed in pride, I remember stories in which no one is lost but me.

I WANT TO WRITE TO YOU

This is how I want to rest a little, to get away from everything and everyone. I feel like I want to rest a little, and write only to you. Your beautiful presence is enough for me.
In the midst of my silence and this vast space, I find myself knowing nothing, wanting nothing, or searching for anything other than you.
I feel like I need to write to you. I will spend long hours writing to you, long days writing to you, and long years writing to you. This is a covenant and a celebration.

WILD NIGHT
For a long time, I have been sailing in my hat, hiding behind a wild night, its strange rains touching my dewy skin, so I go out into the middle of the field, a breeze scattered here and there like old village houses. On that wild night, I catch my breath to drown in a delicate smile like a lily that does not care about the sun or eternity, for the night is a captivating life and a legendary promise of everything wonderful. Yes, it is a night that overflows with joy from its windows, and despite its calm, it has alleys that expand to glowing colors. Its stars have left an eternal mark on my dream, so I began to fade in the place like a free traveler who knows nothing about coldness, for freedom does not know sleepy lips, but rather beauty must begin to shine in her eyes, and if it were not for the fact that I do not know much about what goes on in this wild night, I would have been a unique flower exuding an unrepeatable passion.

Perhaps you don't know that I have no other friend but you. You appear every day with warmth filled with love, teaching my heart loyalty.

Here, a desert heart quenched by your smiles, trusted you, and threw all its weight into you.

You are the only friend I speak to tenderly in front of the screen. Yes, you are my only friend because I have come to know how pure you are. When my hand touches your name, flowers bloom, and when my eyes see your image, my soul is purified and smiles. Yes, you are my only friend, and here is a heart carrying love on its back, and greeting in its eyes, and a painting of the most beautiful stories, you are the heroine of it; my pure friend whom I adore.

I will call you silently, speak to you silently, and whisper to you silently, for your presence and your shadow are enough for me. When you pass through my mind, flowers bloom, the sun takes on a different face, and the morning takes on a different color. When you come in my dreams, candles are lit, nights are illuminated, my heart beats fast like a gazelle.
Yes, I will love you silently and miss you silently, for you are a beautiful, elegant, and distant being like a chandelier.
I will not let you feel me. You will not feel my voice, my words, my fingers, or my touch when I touch your nice face in dreams with all my love. You will not feel my longing and you will not feel my eagerness. I promise you, from now on, you will feel nothing but that I love you silently, for you are something so precious, delicate, and so distant.

Your words are bright orange, dripping with honey. Oh, their magical clarity and captivating scent have touched me deeply.
Your words are soft, warm grapes, so sweet, so serene.
Your words are so whispery, like an Eastern poet melting in longing. I wish you could see his glowing heart.
Your transparent words are an endless gift. Their taste is as cool as the shade of a tree in lush fields.
Your words are butterflies swimming in a river. Oh, they are raindrops gathering glittering things.
Your words caress the face of the dewy morning and the heart of the humid evening.
Your words are cedar forests, in whose hands sleep magical tales.
Your words are beyond imagination, but they are truly a wonderful gift on this smiling day.

A sun with green eyes, this is what my heart knows about you, and something else I know: that whenever I see you, I smile.
I remember all your features, how elegant you are, and when you come in my dreams, you light up everything, and everything smiles.
I sit under the orange trees near the stream, and I see your face in the water and smile. Yes, whenever I see your eyes, I smile.
Wishes here fill my heart, flying apart but silence consumes me, and I quietly withdraw from everything. But as soon as you appear, everything changes. It is only when I see your face that I smile.
Why do I smile every time I see you? Why do I smile every time I see your eyes?

Your eyes are the color of the morning, and when they knock on the doors of my dreams, my longing shines as if I were a forgotten story that returned to your embrace before sunrise. I still walk to you happily, and your voice is a golden river whose pure air I inhale, telling me captivating stories. I see the green light of your eyes sparkling, where everything sings. Yes, in front your green eyes, everything sings. How happy I am with you and those unforgettable, colorful and soft moments. How happy I am with your pearly face and the smile of your calm shadow that captivates me every morning.

Here, your shadow captivates the place like a shining bird playing in the rain. It speaks to me with the joy of a lover, with blue eyes that sigh like a cloud that never tires of rain.
Your shadow fills me every day with sighs of longing. Here, in this pulse and in my veins, it dwells deeply. Your shadow has mingled with my soul and body, and we have become one.
Your shadow is as sweet as an apple, in whose space butterflies live among the roses, and geese dance in its waters like the songs of the sun. What a delicate shadow!
Your shadow is a field of bright colors, a gazelle swaying happily on a swing. It fills the leaves of my heart with dew and a delicate chirp.
Every day, your shadow offers me the songs of morning wet with the breeze. How it amazes and captivates me as I wander among your landscapes, touch your pearly cheeks, and drown in your blue eyes.

Love has a magical, wondrous garden where longings sleep, like a rainy night that opens its eyes at dawn, so the souls of things and their desires smile in rosy hues.  And here you are, a flower of love with all this profound impact. In your blue eyes lies a magic that makes me forget everything. Don't your words smile like an Indian wedding filled with joy? Aren't your eyes filled with lights that illuminate the place, and aren't your hands filled with a unique fragrance? With your love, my depths fill with a joy your eyes cannot see, but my heart feels it strongly, and that's enough for me because you are a flower of love.

I love you so much, but how can I tell you with all this vast space between us? How can I see your amazing green eyes? How can I feel your breeze touch my soul and my depths amidst this terrible absence? Your ethereal fingers caress my dry lips. My words are deep and sincere, coming from my heart, but how can I tell you that do if we don't talk? Your voice is so beautiful, but how can I hear it? Your green eyes are a strange world that attracts me so much, but how can I live in their soft light? You are a river of sweetness and a waterfall of songs, but how can I taste your beautiful smiles or see the sparkle of your eyes? How can I?

Your love is a summer flower drawn by a dreamy lover, gathering baskets of longing, carrying them on a horse's back, and sending them every morning toward your blue eyes.
Your love is a secret, a magical tale that resides on distant islands within me that only you can touch.
Your love is the joy of the morning. When it opens its eyelids, I melt into its breath like a wet bird, and I sail in your eyes without a boat toward oases of warmth where secret springs lurk.
Your love is a wild tale, a journey into the depths of the soul, upon whose branches lie colorful birds. I wish you could smell its captivating fragrance.  Your love is a secret, something I can't tell you.

It is very easy to kiss a flower or to travel far to the east on a long night. It is also very easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, the trees, how they love to touch the face of the river, like this with complete spontaneity. How often you told me about walking among colorful paths and that it is something that delights the heart. Perhaps one day I will find a thread or a hand to walk with. But I remember the features of bright faces that we met on evenings filled with the breeze. How their captivating fragrance dazzled me. How often we drew with us a grave, a field, and an old hat. And we breathed the dawn like new travelers who came from far away. They only spend the night among the hills and their eyes only smile among unforgettable waterfalls.

I am the remains of a flower in a thirsty garden. I stretch my hand toward your flowing river, counting the moments of despair that fill me with a strange solitude that places me on a forgotten cliff.
I am here waiting for you, waiting for your rain; waiting for your call without hope or a whisper. I have nothing but this unforgettable solitude. Nothing but remains drowning in a strange silence and a strange distance.
Yes, I am the remains of a forgotten story. When I wake up in the hands of longing, I recite all the passionate poems. How I wish you would shine upon the remains of my thirsty fields. How I wish you would feel me one day, to touch with your hand what remains of me.