Storm

I get down from the bed I wash my face I pick up the comb having combed my hair... rain, rain, my tears pour down behind the curtain of tears tremble the seconds of the day they spread beneath my feet: an empty valley, burned, without a green body. Like my arms without your body. Rain, rain, my tears pour down a force drives my legs onto another path keeps me away from the precipice. A force takes my hands drives me back from the valley. A force, loving and passionate, kisses my tears. This is your kiss! You invisible hidden, you have come into my flesh. So the storm could not carry away could not carry away everything with it!...