The fiery parade is completed
by the rite of the Queen Autumn.
Love me sincerely, like a brother
loves his little sister’s drawings.
One more step of the ladder
has been successfully climbed,
the past has flown away like a leaf.
Love me zealously, like a shadow
that fights with midnight for its body.
My sigh has been taken by the wind,
once born, it suffered to get the flight.
Love me carefully, like God loves
every fragile creature in this Universe.
On the gray canvas of everyday life,
bonfires are raging from thirst…
Love me ardently, like those ones
who have survived their own Death.
October 2004
Falling leaves
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