You came to the branch swaying in the storm,Carefully you tapped with the tips of your fingers,You turned my conscience inside out,You shook the layers inside my soul, you did not wait.
You found me unprepared like a milk-flower,Sweating under the white light as in a dream,Dangerous shivers seized me,From the glass filled with your sweet voice.
You delicately chimed the ivory caressesCarefully you opened the book of light breathing:
“Come, let us leaf through our dream page by page”!...




