|Poema conjunto con Xenia. 5|
Extra of silence smells as awkward hour,
as one silly plastic time without art.
You, without stop, are soulless wind.
I am still a magnet stuck carefully to your room,
in your mind, that needs ironically poetry.
Now you are looking for weasel words?
Let's enjoy until the music answers for love
and the brave song understands us.
Slow river cries undressing the cold
when we new toast at day,
free eye, be water, laugh at life.
Elegant sounds return.