IN THE DESERT OF SOLITUDE
Even in the desert of this solitude, sparkle still images drawn from your words. And in the dust and ashes of the distance, still flourish jasmine and rose dell’esserti close. Right here salt the warmth of your breath, warmed by its own scent, gently, gently. And there beyond the horizon spark, drop by drop hesitant, the dew of your look. With what infinite sweetness, love of my life, your memory now laying his hand on my heart. As if, even now in the dawn of the separation, the sun had just set and the night of love just arrived.