Τhe summers, the smell of roses was intense. Our height is less than the height of the flowers. Their petals are velvet. Full red syrup.
These gardens have planted care hands, hard or tender fingers, with golden wedding rings that shined in the sun, love.
Magic drunkenness, the hide-and-seek at the green leaves.
Later, memories were hosted in a new garden, on the floor of a capital city.
On the big streets weigh down the shades of the fruit trees.
Bitter oranges and lemon blossoms, narrators of a long history.