I permanently wait for your voice -

coming down from telescopes,

from the stars, from the cloudiest or

the sunniest  skies, through mirrors,

through tunnels, through light pannels,

through leap years, it could come.

From anywhere, from every marvel of the world,

From a miracle, unrecognized, unseen.

From the lips I kiss, from time to time,

even from the voice that says:

“I miss You”. Absolutely. From every silence,

from every moment, it could come.

From everywhere. Through sonatas, through thunders

and terrible storms. Through birds chirruping.

From every music and from your breathing…