i visited the forest, smelled the green air.
The fogs floated around me, full of sweet scents.
The flowers opened their cups, accepted the raindrops.
The stream ran gently, made a circle on the skin of earth.

I was here, feeling you were not far away.
Although the rocks blocked my way,
the leaves deceived my sight, i could still sense

you were here. Not far away, just one meter.
Face to face, shoulder by shoulder,
we sat and rubbed our frozen palms, looked up,
saw the lights cutting the trembling branches.

Then listened to the rain washing the muddy roads.
Silent. Wordless. Your hair was shining
with pearls of dewdrops. Let's search for

the amber on the trunk of a tree.
It was your heart, at rest.
Abandon the memory and age.
A butterfly folded up her transparent wings,
slept inward...

it was me, dear Tinos.