I sing to you

I lay my head back

to reach your chest and feel yours

breaths and beats,

in a slow balance

of bodies and minds.

our Marley pickup plays

old Romanian songs

of voices who died long ago.

I know you smile when I sing

these Aurelian Andreescu’s lyrics

you are my spring

my light…

and you pass the joint with a kiss

lost through my hair.

the air from village’s harbour

is filled with empty shels,

and the old boats

also dance.