By my window, every evening, the moon stops and what it meets in the street, it offers to my view then it brings the wind, and with it, it brings the blue closer and in that picture, which only silver can make my wish to see you in the night trembles continuously.

We watch each other, covered with moonlight, my love and I, we wait and don't anticipate the boar which comes with the wind, in that pile of silence we don't feel the fire of loneliness but with cries and the rhythm of heart we lean the dearest pain, that in shivering of the knees it wouldn't discover the broken soul.

Then suddenly, under the thoughts, the blue cherry shivers, the glow is not sluggish and the tops of the sky lay on the bricks. Dark shades disappear and a bit of desire comes into the room the body becomes the action place, the strength grows with breath and from the mountains to the valley your transparent petals blossom.

The water that flows through my veins dances like a flame, the springs of its flows entwine the thin strings of gentleness, the net of joy spreads over the valley in which the drops grow and you appear the in air and fire, around and water to every corner of my body you add the smile of the stars.

Nobody touches me with their feelings, when your are in me, nobody's hands look for me, while you melt in my soul but restlessness appears in the pores, for there is thirst in heaven, like when the clouds sit in the valley soaked with sun and instead of the rain, the finger of sadness touches their memories.

Where, where did you go tonight, my dear quail? When in a moment you disappeared and escaped into the lap of darkness? Are you afraid of the smell of blue cherry and its ripen outline that you leave purposeless waiting in me, like a comfort for crying? Where, where did you hide tonight in this dry weather?

I would like to round you forever, with the ring, and to visit my dear, the mornings in witch your breasts breathe, in the dusk of the day, to run in the happy meadows of joy and to wait for the moonlight in the bed with you, to decrease the fatigue with embraces of our hot lips.

Don't disappear by the sea shore, and don't leave in the mountain tops, but go and look for my love with the golden shell, and in the taste of blue cherry, all your fears will vanish and you will again, like before, fly in the tame horizon, instead of red fog, the rest will spread in your eyes.