I opened the window…
to feel your breeze…
cool…wise…
like one night in May…
expected after a vain winter…

 

Your draught kissed my lips…
sealing all my absent sounds…
That little wind…
as expected as tardive…

You hid from my eyes…
those lost and conceited words…
that in this brisk afternoon…
had made my heart ride…

You caressed my body,
giving me the longed hug,
like whom shivers of cold…
as the rose girds its dew…

I opened the window…
without knowing what will loom…
to rediscover
that there is no life without vacuums…