III
Come, sit next to me and
if from the path of Eros
we wish to rest here
at the edge of this yard
let us sing about George and Nicolas
and about that other orphan,
our young neighbour who
left his last breath in the hutment
come, and sit next to me
to live unforgettable moments
the sunlit days and the shadowy
ones brought to us over the plains
here I seek to find a refuge
in the slow movement of your eyelids
here I wish to warm my body
touching your impeccable breasts
where I want to forget the Hades
claim on me, come, and in one breath
let me recall our beautiful moments
