the fog envelopes me
with a tranquility beyond that of the grey day.
How much I would like to have you near this night!
Among my fears of obstacles past,
there you rest,
to soften my present.
Long discussions of senses, hope and solitude
mixed with dialect, wine and caresses of caring
“Who needs time?” Live the present.
Only a choice gift of champagne brings us to feeling
and the wish that
this is not the usual clouded deception
at the bottom of the crystal-cut glasses and the last bubble burst.