The cypresses stand tall
against the pale evening blue
far from here, heat is pressing
on the city where you live
thinking of all kind of things
maybe thinking of me
maybe of yourself
being reflected by me
Just because, precisely because
you don't know, you can't
know, I know
that you know, that
I see and know
who you are, shining
what I don't tell anyone
what I feel
and cry out in myself
You are, you shine, you!
Collection "Without reserve"