He touched my soul …

with the most indigo look of the universe,

with the beautiful tenderness made verse.


And my world changed forever …

when he knelt by my side,

when I understood, that finally,

everything would be wide.


And my guitar woke up from the bitter …

when everything ceased to be in vain,

when life was dyed of arcane.


He is my soul, my existence,

the eternity with sense.


He is eternal,

substantial and stunning,

my reason, my leisure,

my most wonderful treasure.