The careless words of the ebony curtain,
the harmony of the day and night buzzed me.
A song of life, that you hear touching your wrist,
hugging your throat for lack, when my head gently leans to your shoulder.
The dance is based on the sound of a voice with a beat,
a bed, crawling and revealing the beauty of a naked soul.
Sunbeams, kisses.
At times like these, the day is eager to come and
the night doesn’t want to leave …. The same dreams,
in the same arms. Time and times is unfaithful.
And this ours body, entrusted to the sacred fire.