"She looked at and said: Stop with this photographic machine!
He looked at and said: How can you ask me to avoid my Goddess?
She viewed the horizon: Why don't you take a photograph of the sea waves?
He viewed his horizon: What for to go so far away?
She saw the stars: Look into the sky and observe the night.
He saw his star: I am admiring the most beautiful...
I lie myself down on the verandah of your heart,
waiting for your symphony of sweetened aroma.
I breath in the flavour of your voice when you lean your soul
against the wall of chocolate that for you I constructed.
I touch your hairs of coal
and draw on my chest a constellation.
My aquarium, am your green fish, don't say goodbye."
"Now I found you.
That's all that matters..."
Beauty is truth, truth beauty,�that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
- John Keats