Into the whispering dreams Of your faithful eyes I walked for days of mist Looking for the hope That speaks to eternal images. Sweet smell ran neck to neck Inside the starry depth Of your overwhelming mouth And I bathed with your light Kissing our smiles over darkness. There I am a hidden path Under quiet wind Awaiting for snowflakes Which drop from the wooden basket Of your bicycle-myth. Little by little Paint me green with Those frosty memories of incarnation, To mould me in a tree That only gives birth to The sweet fruitfulness of us.