Psst, let me come in, silently,
Like a sweet breeze kissing your brow,
with such tenderness that you don't know
if it was a dream that passed by . . .

Stay near to me, so close,
that you are me and I am you,
and we both dissolve
in ourselves.

Let's reveal things
that only the simple know,
and the Lord hides from the pretentious.

Things so simple, so diaphanous,
that no one perceives, no one sees,
but that are the essence of life, of you, of me.

Of the emotion that enthralls us
when we two
are
one.