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

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.

WITHOUT YOU
Without you, I no longer have the desire to swim in the wide river, because it reminds me of your stories. I no longer have the desire to walk among the palm trees and grapes, because they remind me of your smile. I no longer have the desire to talk, because it reminds me of your captivating voice.
Without you, my fingers are faint in the wind, the wind that made them pale like my soul. How could this happen? How could I forget? It is part of me, part of my heart that melts in the midst of a strange longing, in the midst of a strange nostalgia.
Without you, the air is not sweet to caress my glasses, and astonishment is the daughter of your barren absence. There is only a dry shadow, and you know that nothing remains of me but faint dreams. Yes, my soul is faint, and my heart is stolen.
Without you, I am a stranger on this earth, stealing the sweetest laugh from time. In my pocket, there is nothing but loss. I am not worthy of this life, I look with joy at the pictures of my memory, and smile with sadness.

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 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.

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.

YOU AND I
You and I are a vineyard of grapes and endless joy. We travel in our small boat, never to return, as if we were a tale of green lapis lazuli, resembling your eyes. We travel on a carpet of wind, never to return, roaming the galaxy like spring butterflies that never know sleep. There, time is sweet like grapes. There, bright songs are released every morning. Then, we fly, yes, we fly and stretch our hands to the clouds amidst smiles. What great joy! You and I, an endlessly colorful night and endless satisfaction. Your green eyes and I, a joy that never fades. What happiness.

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.

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.

I flow into your shadow like a very delicate morning and I wander through the corridors of my longing for you, but I find nothing but the remnants of longing that devour me like a quick meal. This morning is bright like your memory, except that I stand there under that tree waiting for you like an ear of wheat, when you pass by with all your strange splendor and strange charm. I touch my heart to get closer to you, and I look into my eyes in the mirror to celebrate with your enchanting specter. This is how I live with your mornings that scatter in the place like grapes that are still in the age of roses.

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.

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.