These lonely love violins
vibrating and moaning
over the sweet sadness
of wine-colored evenings
veiling your warm smiles
that softly intoxicate me
agonize in the blind horizon
of your innocent absence
omnipresent in every season
unconsciously inside of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One for the book, on the STREET of LOVE