It is often when the sun declines that you look at it.
He, sorrowful, knows that, if he shrinks, you love him.
We arrive late sometimes
without knowing that sometimes
the fragile art of a simple gesture could tell you that...
Just like this, I let you let me;
just like that, I'll let you leave me now.
I have, for you, a nest in my tree
and a white cloud, hanging from some branch.
very white