It will be a different story...
in the waters of the not yet discovered seas,
by the routes in the cities
with unexplored territory,
with the key that turns in the houses
where there are yet no doors...
I'll be there.
With handful of snowdrops...
reciting Bishop's poems,
favourite of mine...
While walking on the rooftops,
With handful of little snowdrops...
You will be there.
Inhaling the air of the spring sunset
While walking and dreaming, and loving...
And you will surely meet me sometime...
You recognize me. Small or adult.
Turn around.
You will notice from a distance
and from the height.
As a detector,
you can simply define me with your heart...
And you will smile the way you only do it!
