After you that ... ?, if in your breast the hope of a tomorrow sleeps and the memories of a yesterday are stripped bare.
After you what…? , if your lips tell me my odyssey and the meliflua melody that makes me forget where I come from and where I'm going.
After you who ...? If your eyes are born the most beautiful full moon I could ever look, if your fingers draw my paths and your steps guide this sheep.
After you that ...? If in your arms I die in the twilight and resuscitate at dawn, it is that after you there is only one poet without a muse, an Orpheus without Persephone a poor spoil of the dawn.
After you ... I'm left alone.