we last seconds
and then
the music flows
in a memory of a dream

*

are you going to meet
a little shy girl
to fill your pockets with chestnuts
so trees can start whisper her name
to you

i will tell you a story
the saddest tale
for the saddest king
a tale for silver key
lips,
shall you stop me
or shall you hear me first?

*

tense breathing - makes the slowest dance
what's gathering us in this world
what's crossing us
as a weak plants
clinched to each other
for the sip of light
higher!