When we saw the film Dr Zhivago
I remember...

After the daily bread we meet
Gino...

Those old sounds
have already sunk...

White champagne
sparkles our thoughts...

In the world of competition
even the winner...

One leaf...
two leaves...

I see you
in the lakes of your green eyes...

In that pleasant corner
of the La Jolla bend...

During certain moments
I know...

You vanished in your shadow
when I embraced you...

I am the poet who does not speak
the silence that can't be comprehended...

Here is where our story ends
my companion...