The undoing of the hair in the sliding shiver of the waterfall,
Perfume of yet unkissed poppies by scatter-brained butterflies,
Touches of waters, timid kiss of a teen-ager,
The joy of unspoken wishes.
Passion pines away with longing, flutters glances...
The red of the scarf wraps up the body pierced by light.
Orchid floating far beyond the foamy waters,
Forgotten, reviving.
At the foot of the monotonous walls
Black olives are dripping and lamenting upon the raw verdure.
A quite mystic sound of the bell hands
Witness of the alluring touches merging into a single thrill.