LOVEBIRDS

Our stories are filled with nostalgia, with springs of longing between their wonderful fingers.

I am neither water nor sand, I am a stone leaf from whose face nothing can be erased. Write whatever you wish, for roses and mornings will not disappoint you.

Can't you see that I can no longer sleep amidst these springs? Your love has built homes, and its captivating birds know only morning songs.

You are a delicate creature, like lovebirds, and in your heart there is nothing but color and light. You are always cheerful and always joyful.

You are something strange and new, and from your hands my journeys began. From your silver hand, lovebirds stand beneath its smiling trees and kiss me a strange kiss every morning.