To hidden lover
Do not ask the forest about its branches
Do not ask the forest about the secrets of lovers
Carved in its veins.”
It's only wishes that have short texts written
Dreams never dare to lose the pleasure of belief.
Dreams believe in my wandering braids with the wind.
One day I will bring back the music to her old home,
and share with you the simple melody of contemplation
Then you will rest assured that I am still seated outside the language symbols.
Simply sing like a little child.
