One year ago, in Paris with you Linden tree grains

Linden tree grains

we will weave our summers

singing in the island terraces

deflowering the water of salt

in the sun

we will burn in silences

in the day that breaks

playing with the sweets of water

under the sheets of threads

we will feel the vein

living out the voices

of squares made out of stone Carpets of linden tree