The Season Of Loves

By the road of

In the three-part shadow of troubled sleepI come to you the double the multipleas like you as the era of deltas.

Your head is as tiny as

The nearby sea reigns with

Over the summers of your fragile

And here one burns bundles of ermine.

In the wandering transparencyof your noble facethese floating animals are wonderfulI envy their candour their

Your inexperience on the bed of

Finds the road of love without

By the road of waysand without the talisman that revealsyour laughter at the crowd of womenand your tears no one wants