Wasteland Of Solitude

In the wasteland of solitude, my love, quivershadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.

In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of

Sprout jasmines and roses of your

From somewhere close by, rises the warmth of your breathand in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.

Far-off, across the horizon, dropp by glistening

Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.

With such overwhelming love,

O my love, your memory has placed its hand on my heart?s cheek, that it looks as if (though it?s still the dawn of the adieu) the sun of parting has set; the night of union has come.