Porto, 28th of October 2018
Your serene voice comes close to my ear and fades. Life is an endless search, isn’t it? White Chrysanthemums, red Roses and your spectrum! ’Cause what you only have left was your spectral being in me, in my soul. Your serene voice, your lightening gaze. I remember your words: ’cause love should always come before, my beloved.’ Never war, never war, not between us. Let’s not live in retaliation, let’s live fully, Love. Full as we are, as one, as we once were. Let our love reach the air, undress us, turn us into clouds — to inhabit the skies. Now, only red roses on my lap and you, us as one.