If I met you for the first time once again,
but in some other orchard, other forest -
maybe the forest would rustle for us differently,
elongated with fogs on the immensity...
Maybe some other flowers among the green furrows
would be grabbed by our hands moved by a shiver -
maybe our clueless lips would drop
some other words - some other...
Maybe the Sun would captivate us
to stream with our spirits down the cascade of roses,
if I met you for the first time once again,
but in some other forest, other orchard...