Talking conquers thought; writing masters it. Before the murmurous sea, a crack in the sky
so full of clouds prolonging storm
let see the stars;
your gaze and mine became seagulls
and they flew lost in the foggy night,
what I never expected came to me without ambiguity
in your embrace I rest,
in the warm side of your safe soul,
with my forehead on your chest,
I'm not afraid of shadows
my perfect refuge is your gaze from heaven
give my body calm,
in a dark world
It is a promise of winters, embracing your bonfire.