The walls are covered with your pictures, the music spells your words, and the old Jacket on the chair smells you;
But the letters of your name calls me from the second shelf of the books, between the lines! Echoing life; conquering the walls and everything in the world.
Your name within the lines of the second shelf escapes from the intellect to madness; from the obscure to fearless; from doubt to dream;
The fire of your arms; it is just a sign that gives me life out of breath, without thirst, without drink, without shelter;
I am still in touch to discover your lovely name between the lines within the second shelf!