And maybe it’s Hemingway
or the snowflakes falling over...

I saw dandelion fluffs flutter in the air,
and the suspended bridge drenched...

I still remember
how your voice...

Oh, I thought I would find you
in the deserts of South Africa...

Lately, I have been remembering
so much of my younger years...

Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...

Mossy forest,
have you ever dreamt of me...

I once dreamt of
poppies and windmills...

In you, I have found dandelions
a multitude of times...

Was it you last night?
Like a recurring dream...

Green umbrella and amaranth rains,
we were lost in the warmth...

You
are my...