i came in, yes..
when i was walking along a corridor, full of plants and colours,
I heard a melody and I found a shadow… ..
it took my hand, made me sit at an old chair
and began to whisper some words.. it had written them for its beloved…

It caresses my dream
the smooth murmur of your sighing.
How life laughs
if your black eyes want to look at me.
And if it is mine the shelter
of your slight laughter
that is like singing,
it calms my wound,
everything is forgotten.