I looked at your heart
and we try together to remember the date…
You hesitated playful…
but at the same time, conscious…
that even if it hurts…
all suspicion was fulfilled…

You didn’t remember the month…
neither of the day… nor the harvest…
but how to invoke it?…
if you didn’t know that today
I had nailed that arrow…

It is painful to know…
that not even your crib…
remembers your moon…
that not even your blood…
awaits you awake…

But it still comforts me…
that you will always take me with you…
in that living heart…
in that soul…
never deserted …