Amelie(3)

so gentle nights cover us

so clean
like a winter in mourning dresses

and how easily she push us
how fondly

therefore in black Amelie
in black so pure you are
as sadness torn
with my eyes from the moon

I'm too sweet Amelie
too sweet
but I really do not care

yes I lurk the falling mornings
on street
the dark spots in the sharps
dreams swallowed by the dust

hidden romances

I think
I think Amelie how the night
reminds us that we are
night yielded fruits

and night and night
washed us
of eternity in which we live

ay

how much how much
on the light we're both aging

yes
Amelie
your fresh cane fragrance
slowly fills my memory

now
I lurk the falling mornings
on street
and I will stay in me

sometimes I draw you on the window
with my mouth steam
I miss details
sometimes I forget something essential
even if I watch you every morning
how you dress up
with words
and you are no longer that so shy

Amelie
place all spent nights between us

and on your knee a myrtle flower