In the silence of the place those arms around your body renew the momentum without arousing fears. The exchanged songs return along the shores of the past murmur of water to the wind bending our illusions half-closed eyelids the flight of the kingfisher trait of sagacity on the river of talkative souls crunching under the heel askew arms bound by this alliance without words forgetting the time of exchanged bloods narrow passage from one bank to the other accompanying the embrace delivered to heaven willing to receive us you and me coming out of a storm of hearts.
