Come with me,
what are you afraid of…?

The dark?

Don't worry,
I'll lead you to the brightest
garden on earth.

Where nothing hurts,
and light predominates our dreams.

I'll help you feel the rings
I wear on my fingers,
one by one.

Maybe you should kiss me,
take me far away,
and I assure you
I won't come back,
not without you.

What should I do?

Spend another sleepless night,
wondering about the taste of your lips?

Or just remembering them
on my cheek,

I'm tired of photocopying
each day upon the last one.

So come with me,
what are you afraid of?

Drag me down a hill again,
hold me in your arms again.

Come with me.

We'll go buy a box of pastels,
so that our spring can look younger.

So that you can rip a page a draw us instead.

Content,
on a hill.

Near a forest,
one step away from our glory,

gardening.