The sea envies, the wet blue of your eyes at night with a thousand red guitars, it comes to follow the
sound of the blood of all the stars, the green forest under the feet of the red tandoor of my hand, the gray sky cooks for you , it becomes sunny in the spring air of
my tender heart, I am the one who rains on you that I drip like dew, drop by drop on your lips,
kiss on my finger, like a ring O gold, your absence, the death of the voice, the self-immolation of the butterfly , the smell of wheat, the banquet of our table, the
flower of our song, the song of our keeper, sitting between you and me, the end of the old verse, the beginning and every new word, I am you, you are all, the breath of all this, the
spring of my tender heart, I am the one who rains on you that drips like dew, drop by drop on your lips.
