I like the moments
When my waiting-thee-eyes see thee:
Inside a new rhythm rhymes,
Burns the fire no end
And dies solitude of the soul!
On the carob I feel myself dropped by the angels
And hold me softly thy tender branches,
And the nectareous melodies the bird sings within
And in elation keep me drenched!
With the playing movements of the breeze
Up and down they leap
And I experience the essence of true love!