It’s hard to find out …
like that empty dawn…
desired…and at the same time, feared…
full of clouds that hide its light…

To know, that you would never move from there…
Be certain, that although everything trembles…
you will always return to his blue lap…

Days of glory, days of euphoria…
days of bitter wine…
or reliable appearance…

But always, returning to the soft caress of your kisses,
to your hands that as waves
create this beautiful sunset without voice…

My favorite place, you asked me… my beloved,
my place in the world,
it’s you…