even if you are far
the soul has a shorter way as the mere biting from distances

we need no signs for this nonlocal combat
that spares our image in which the whole space rests
the only allowed outcome is to throw yourself on the earth
when the grass is bursting out

do you remember?

the valleys bear our lost traces
and the mountains are keeping the future in clouds
in the same moment of history
we assist at the decay of stones and the same name
nurtures our moonlight

we are eaten by a neverending story
and we cannot resist to the miracles

love is not reachable in the way you buy and sell
while the taste of paradise
keeps bright the night of our surrender