Only his memories remain,
but he does not know how to keep them.

Nor should they be forgotten.

And in their dreams,
the scores of a music
that their bodies
made the silence
in a sunrise.

From his eyes,
the certainty blurs landscapes,
and without knowing,
still, love that sea
and its waves,
caressing everything.

And though his eyes,
never knew shyness,
those unknown worlds,
surprised him,
and from the bottom of his being,
something emerged,
and he knew,
that would be forever.

And then that language on his lips,
the unpronounceable words,
encompassing everything.

I do not know, how to live without you,
was the last message he left.

But maybe, nobody knows,
when he is without clothes
in front of the trees,
evoke that fragrance
and then beauty,
have the courage to return.