I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
you are the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant.
the leaves garnered your vioce, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
grey beret, voice of a bird , heart like a house
towards which my deep longings migrated
and my kisses fell, happy as embers
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evening were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.
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