Suddenly all the memories were here
Magically revealed
By the pale beauty of her face

gray and foggy noons
but suddenly
by the south part of the city
it insinuates a rainbow
sadness and hope
just like life itself
a roll of the dice

Smootly flows
my wild nature
made of wind and fire
under my skin

she steals her mystery from the mist
and from the rain its freshness
my love follows each of her steps

young people with golden skin on distant beaches dance
with the music of the palm trees under the summer moon
while other people shiver under a heavy rain in crowded streets

The wind speaks better than us
Inhabitants of a gigantic Babel
Rain comforts better than any government directive
And the golden rays of the sun are warmer than the best political speech

This midday
On the path,
silence,
Only the rumor of my  footsteps
On the dry leaves.
And far away,
The song of a nightingale
Among the trees.
This midday,
When an abyss separates  
My love and her silence