They meet on a little river of the web.

And both choose the friendship of the earth and the moon.

The fragrance of his smiles, were the frontiers of that planet.

One day the young knew, that his friend was a poet.

The words he used were tender ribbon of pure love.

May be, he was too young for that encounter: not at all, he was brave.

Obviously, he didn’t know that his friend’s songs were for him.

And something you don’t know…

That their first encounter was in Granada seven hundred of years ago.

And today as usually, they feel lovely and happy.

This is as another faithfully time to time encounter for them.

But not,each of them were ignoring,

that theirs worlds shall not be the same,

after this day,

after this encounter.