While we are snuggled up
A salutary rain started pouring down.
Υour scherzos, your grimaces,
The words of you slip in the reservoir;
Your lips are sealed by my lips alkalinely.
Our union is co-ordinated
with natural signs,
The body gets shocked
Throughout branches, log and roots.
It saves material for the future
The time, you will be missing
For the heavy winter of the soul,
So that the memory has a good stock to feed
The intorelable life with stuff sweet.
By Takis Pierrakos