In the eternal night
In the wide backs of the bank of behind
The full constellations
In the pains spilled at the wharf

People that walks as us
On clouds white or bluish
It is soon there it sprouts, a sound rainbow

Hunger of little poverty
Dreams that wash my hair
As yours, so perfumed
Of ointments non discovered

Larger gift
To love somebody done you
I approach of your car for the streets and storms
In the celestial immensity of full moon

It is soon the front it increases a tree
Of cup it releases and of green foliage
I climb in search of the fruits, so alive
As the west of the next instant

The statue Venus, without your arms
Exposed in the luxury, of the illuminated living rooms of the museum
With beauty and simplicity in the lines
So well moulded as yours

I rest in the window
Hearing the melodic sound invasion
Of my veins that pulse

My eyes rotate in the orbits
Of the crazy effect of the vital supplements
Nothing matters
Only the poetry
Warm or beautiful
In the margin of a river

Pathetic verses
Or without strange sense
But sincere
Just sincere

Eternal waves, eternal nights
Eternal setbacks, eternal loves