Listening to your voice, beautiful and sweet voice,
like a birdsong at dawn,
my lips showed their smile,
a ray of affection that never ceases to grow.
You are droopy, lonely and very self-conscious,
a mystery kept in the serene breeze,
but in your silence, a wide universe,
where the echo of love sounds and poisons.
You, who walk in dreams and in shadows,
weaving words in subtle melody,
awaken my days and chase away the hours,
living in the wind, like soft poetry.