Surely,    night will enfold me
and I can retreat to a small corner,    somehow,
stepping into    the chimera of a dream.
I will course    the seas that yesterday you sailed,

Slipping into    the woods and the forests,
distant lands,    where often you ride your horse,
Soaring    over high peaks
to glimpse   traces of your route,

lit up   by the evening star…,
when you relive   a few moments of the day
that you began    with the murmurs of waves,

the trembling    of longing and desire
and ardor,    in the voice and the rose
that you will find flickering    on your answering machine.