A hope is flying in the space of love
as stars exhale the glitter from the water of its spirit
and pour it in two hearts..
And the fingers of roses pour their light
To soliloquize their adore to a spike.
Venus dwells in the sky of a tender affection
in the latitude of a kiss and two shiversYou and I are two visions,
blossoming dew and radiating in two exiles.
Is it because we are two birds flying in the horizon of our echoes
and folding our springy wings
like anthems of lure?
Or because we are two fruits
Flourishing in the moaning of the earth
and searching for our peaceful existence?

Is the nature in our blood
Or we are the nature?!
We are the children of fertility.
We are the flowers of life.
If we sewed its strings fancy,
our progeny chants jewels and music,
and we flourish auroras in the breath of light.