while the wind stirs the moss on the roof
and a furious rain blinds the windows
the crackling of the burning fire
accompanies the whisper of lovers

the ashes of love
the ashes of oblivion
coincide at some point
in the flow of life
one becomes the other
a bird left its nest
and the moon shines on the still waters
passion is not understood
it only lives until it dies
any afternoon in April

The path
Upholstered
For long silences
The path
Covered in sepia leaves
That creak with the footsteps
And at the end of the road
The immense sky
Drawn by the flight of an eagle

my dear
since your departure
everything remains the same:
the leaves have turned sepia this time of year
the crickets lull me at night
and the rain sings on the old roof
just me
I have returned to smoking
Thinking of you
tell me please
How many more dawns will I have to wait for your return?

The splendorous morning
Shines in your eyes
I love you in silence

As a nightingale sings over a rock
The sun is dying under its wings

a coin flip
heads or tails
a winning dice roll 7 or 11
five cards and a royal flush is formed
you tell me
maybe lady luck will smile on you tonight
maybe yes maybe no
it's like life itself
many must lose for few to win