I don't know his name, he doesn't know mine
He's like a song, a tune that we remember
He sees what my imagination never imagined
Would invent illusions
He in the courtyard opposite, me on the third floor
Like a dream passing on a cloud
He places his brush on the time line
And everything becomes beautiful again in an instant
He draws the words, discovers the nuances
Changes the ugly into beautiful, erases the absences
He adds color, reds, intense blues
His heart is a feather , his eyes an immense sky
I don't dare tell him that he is my universe
That he is what I desire, what I don't know how to do
What I lack to leave where boredom is lost
His world is my sigh, the other light...
He draws the words, discovers the nuances
Changes the ugly into beautiful, erases the absences
He adds color, reds, intense blues
His heart is a feather, his eyes an immense sky
And I write myself into him like a story endless
The sun of his nights which warms his hands
I am in his rivers, the stones and the flowing water
His ocean, his seas, the wave which rolls him. .. !
I don't know his name
He doesn't know mine
I am in his rivers, the stones and the flowing water
His ocean, his seas , the wave that rolls around him...!
I don't know
I don't know his name
I don't know his name, he doesn't know mine

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