The encounter of dreams and tenderness
Yes, they are shorts and fortuitous meetings,
but always dreams, always tenderness.
I don't know where they start
and when they end ,
because they are ideal and unimaginable.
Multitude of lives lived,
similarity, identity,
skies of blue and lilac,
afternoons of a thousand thoughts
and magical joy.
The line of the clear horizon
illuminates as a live wire,
it exists, tenuous and magical,
separated in tones over tones
each time more pure.
I hear splendorous shades
with a smell of child love,
ripe and ingenuous :
velvet-silk, fruit-honey,
sweetly and softly bitter tasting.
Destiny travels sensitively
with tingles of dawn
or golden twilights.
Delicious to feel existences,
playful images,
discerning images of love.
Love!