I will be sleeping on a straw fire
if you leave me in the bitter cold
of a north windy night,
my life without you,
and I'll warm myself on those memories
that one by one will burn,
between visions and fragrances
of past passions
that will never pass
and however cold
it could be tonight,
the waiting
for the moment my eyes
will close forever
to reopen again beside you
will always be sweet.

December 4, 2017