you have just disappeared from my world of illusions
from my fragile fingers you’ve just gone….
but I’m still whispering the last winter jazz song
but I’m wearing nothing but warm….
what an extinction in the pain-light fusion !...
what a revolving winds of desire…!
I turned towards sun … but it was a nighttime
and I’ve just obeyed … no tears…silky wine…
I remember – with you every word – was a sign
carefully wrapped in a subtle gold wire...