It’s night outside.
It’s almost dark.
But there is a little kiss of moon.
There is a hope.
I take my drink
And those sweet fruit
Of grapes obtained from
The last years juicy fecundity.
I put on my nightgown
With fragrance of your closed blood.
I don’t remember anything of your features,
Except for your happiness –
How good you can smile,
How good you know to see the world
With birds delicate protection.
It’s night just now. It is heaven.
I dream of you with the poems
Of my yellow narcissus in vase
And ask myself: do you feel the same?
The sun tomorrow will destroy
All my nights’ prayers visions
And fantasies.
It’s night outside. Time to think of you.
With a panicfull desire in the mirror.