Giovane donna

Pal

To my she video-pal

At the memory's door in the beguiling
displays to me the screen your pleasant smiling
of firm lips and begins our wordless talking
hand in hand we go together walking
towards unknown and insulated place
and you fulfills my hearth with your fine face

quitting behind ourselves every preceding
with magic luminance the mind is feeding
within circles of forgetful bright dreams
lightened up by fire less feverous beams
In the soft enchant, you know how to give
witched so deeply that I'll never leave

must drop quite sadly the electronic silence
followed by an unquiet pale quiescence
never should go to an end our fine pleasance
forcing all virtual promises beside.
O dream, I'm begging you, please don't subside ...