Those somnolent sad mornings
of your omnipresent absence
so innocent and unconscious
vibrate softly on the strings
...
I still feel the warmth
of your amorous soft hand
on the smooth shoulder
...
A docile and timid breeze
light blue and diaphanous
like your fascinating eyes
embraces and caress me
...
A dark scarlet rose
on the canvas of your lips
illuminating
...
Your passionate kisses
like dark scarlet petals
of a dewy rose painted
on the eloquent canvas
...