Cold

Come to my shade, love
I will wait for you
that my heart, here
safely thaws

Come to the shadows
come, love
that my heart here
is filled with good ice

this desert now
is full of paper flowers

my body now
is like a cherry blossom

living in deferred
without being
or hearing
or giving

the night begins another poem
I live in the echo of her voice
and I follow the trail of my own scent

(divertimento sobre un tema de exremoduro)