Winter and night are in your eyes. The mystery of
life and death is in your eyes.
Desire and passion are in your lips. There are hope, dreams and also
melancholy when you are absent.
You are reality or fantasy or maybe as daylight and at the same time, you
know how to be darkness in the deep sea.
I feel you in my soul because my blood calls you and because my skin
You are the life that surrounds all, that covers all, that contains all.
Oh vast wonder ! You are the enigma of existence, the essence of good
wine, the perfume of the valley and the insurmountable, unreachable
mystery, that I love even before was born.