I feel your shivers nestling inside me,
The trace of your embrace, I want to cry
Amid old dreams, I wonder
And I don't wonder, I run, and don't run,
Why are you coming?

Your breath touches my hand,
I cling to your whisper,
Sitting at the table, asleep by the mystery
You love the white paper,

We meet în the same thought, on the same line,
In the same letter,
We embrace in the same word, in oblivion.