You come to life when I stir the wheats a passing from older times a post war separation have to travel in time A telltale that fills my stomach with chestnuts and promised times I should have known about that terrible winter shrunk my days to sand I am still here counting a million days we will meet again What to do but to write inner books about pure states, blackness and rhymes Fellini really helps me dream better and all that can't be transcribed Dear companion, my sequoia so carefully coded spiral Without roots the past won't follow a parasite always makes files I am still at the jetty a million days we will meet again here at Orly Airport hope we will meet soon a big event is coming mimosas are in full bloom I am here right next to you there is Yahtzee and there is rice you were so worth the wait we are like dates in sunrise