Marco Di Caprio

I cross the unbearable shallowness of the sea from the deepness of an abyss. I found myself among leaves and among the rustle of hissing moans within the purity of your crying softly. I still howl the light moans of your pure cry, wrapping this unbearable rustle in a renewed shallow abyss. The sea behind me. I howl the mirror of the air at the ford of this forest. She glances at me in the shadow of a stream. I was waiting for you at the gate. I was warning you. I know what are you looking for. I don’t. Howl my moans. I cry on the shallow of my deep abyss. My answer is mirror of Nature: Joy and Love. My forest was at the ford, now it is under the sea. The Moon dances in the shadow of the stream. Nature is calling for signs of new Joy, looking for Joy, howling. A rustle behind me dances in the deep shadow, a deep hissing is fading into pure moans. I cross the unbearable sea within the mirror of a light air, I cross the deepness of the forest, I cross a ford on the abyss. The Moon is rustling among the leaves, like a moaning girl dancing on my howl within the purity of this shadow. In the stream new howls querying signs of joyful crying softly. Still looking for love.