It's bedtime, there, in Rome
you must have overslept...

You're such a
pampered star...

Sometimes, I like you
with hazelnuts...

I've waited years for her
in forgotten stations, amidst...

I've been composing for us
a night...

Your number navigates
amidst my eyes, too familiar, too missed...

The more I want you to forsake
this paper...

If only you were
a melody...