Beauty will not define me. I will define beauty.

I see -Your bare skinShining the sun of springYour neck refreshedBy an indolent breezeYour tangled hairOur lips sharedI see -The ultimate landscape of your beauty.

You know it too, this very hour of the morning when life is barely hatched.The sun melting under the snow.The bud breathing under the frost.The numbed wing of the bird.The morning has its truths that whisper only in a low voice. Very low. We have to be silent.God walks barefoot in the gardens.

The tree birds fill the airWith their songAnd the roses intoxicate the riversWith their fragranceAndFrom the lonely spotWhere I standI hear all the nature callingYour nameAnd The feeling of being two-is tasted as one.