The dark red of violin told tales of dawn
Dawn that kept the memories of a dream
Dream that had absolutely no meaning at all
All of which was a palette full of colours
Colours of all the flowers that bloomed.
Blue meditation that had sea as a name
Named and unnamed emotions as waves
Waves that came one after the other
Other waves starting from the previous
Previous ones dying with a wish unfulfilled.
Full fill the wineglass with that blue sea
Sea in one glass and colour it with the sky
Sky that cannot distinguish dusk and dawn
Dawn that had more meanings than any
Any verse that had ever been written.