Slow and easy, taking walks into pictures of yesterday when
everything was young, inviting and full of life, looking in
directions of another time when we were together.
Nothing to interfere with what we loved, being touched by
one another, nothing else ever motivating us, because we
were so into each other.
Loving, sharing, inviting desires to spread into passion
of our beings as we became one in patterns and designs of
midnight.
Pictures taken out in the end, wanting to relive every
daring moment we spent together in a harmonic love all our
days on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem