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You my strange companion for a year,

My agony and my daily breath,

You, who are with me and not.


You that I encountered
outside the world,

But existed in me.

Who left, but still.


You, who demolished all my fears,

The love who had come,

The boy, but the man,

That jumped from my mind.


You, my world without end,

My fragile soul,

*You myself.

We were happy
In an ordinary day.

In this city,
Who knew,
The splendor of your eyes.

We were happy,
In our hands,
Any one together,
While I was driving,
And I don't remember
Where we went or were.


We were happy,
In the courage
You gave to me,
As loving you
I found myself.

We were happy,
Living in the lives of each one,
long time ago.

We were happy,
In an ordinary day,
Perfumed ,
By the softness,
Fragance of the love.

How I enjoyed love seeing your face today,
the little acne around that perfect nose,
like a red beginnings stars.

And the golden and tiny hair on your forehead,
evocative breeze of an inspirited boy,
wearing a simple red shirt.

And those tender lips as dedicates roses.
you Angelo,
looking from those calm green eyes.

You the one I saw and love in an instant,
in a moment,
in an eternal moment.

Two Souls in a universe,
where eyes are blind.

He will return to the place where never was,
in a day without nights, he will return.

On the last day of winter,
with the white ceiling illuminating his eyes.
He will return.

In the morning when he is absent,
with the same look when they met.

When not one hear they,
When no one feels,
When no one looks at them.


With his hands of leaves and tree,
With a forgotten name,
He will come back.

In the Olam-Haba that he just knew,
on his own Olam-Haba,
They will return.

They meet on a little river of the web.

And both choose the friendship of the earth and the moon.

The fragrance of his smiles, were the frontiers of that planet.

One day the young knew, that his friend was a poet.

The words he used were tender ribbon of pure love.

May be, he was too young for that encounter: not at all, he was brave.

Obviously, he didn’t know that his friend’s songs were for him.

And something you don’t know…

That their first encounter was in Granada seven hundred of years ago.

And today as usually, they feel lovely and happy.

This is as another faithfully time to time encounter for them.

But not,each of them were ignoring,

that theirs worlds shall not be the same,

after this day,

after this encounter.

My precious Seth,

your skin fine as delicate wool,

your clean body as the morning rain,

your enchanted eyes,
the pure innocence,

your lips,
evocatives and tender.

Your tiny hair,
a pleasant forest under a caring sun.

You, my idyllic happiness,
evocative song of a whispering love.