Faded charm and wearied vitality,
as the random moments trick.
Dull noise of morning birds,
and frozen stars in the evening sky.
Everything is like inert passion and loud silence.
Ah! Lofty laughter of loneliness.
Then, you arrive on a beautiful day.
Extraordinary morning and lazy wind on my face.
Budding spring of multitudes, xanadu at sight!
Cry of joy in sunflower harvest and then rain.
I feel like a child, hopping on naive imagery.
Thrill of an infinite dream and love.
