You told me; let’s spread
lily petals on each other,
listen to how angels sing to us
and whiten together, love.
Begging for a desperate joining,
trampling on a body of lilies without petals
love still holds us by the hand.
I dreamt of a dream that was not mine
carrying a beginning of the century perfume,
a dance with two wandering shadows
holding in the closed fists the hopes
by an image bathed by the sun.
With the lips lost in a kiss with
salted taste, two albatross were flying
towards the heights, hiding in the soul
without knowing, pieces of a rebel flight
on a sea wave.