Under your skin the moon is alive.

The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.