They try shut up indefinitely
voices for love
closed firmly
in a lies of box

No one could see inside
just the mellifluous air
that impregnates
the hearts

loves music offends
whom dont know what is it
something to be
cruelly laurels

and just you can smell
the tiny, little bay tree

love did again a dance
entwined with arms and legs
oh! the sound of a tango echoed
now the music is not for sad breaths

but for vigorous feet and soft hands