In the morning,
after the stormy night,
slept in the heart,
gentle wind opens the clouds and haunt me,
frees the heart, clarifies the veins.
Blue sky Star is born;
in a small forest of Lake Placid,
Light on the mountain between green tree,
city at night starry between mosques and sultans,
silk in river stone bridge,
bridge across the Star,
Witches do not decide, night flying,
between love; love that gold loves and kisses,
return to the air, with spring, palaces and guns,
is time of harvest, in the morning, after the storm.