Eleven Three O Three

Move your body to the rhythm of passion

Let senses overwhelm ratio

Don't ask anything to yourself

Don't waste this moment

The echo of weeping is armored in wind

That accomplice carries it far away

So that it could never be refracted

on your heart's walls again.

This is a gift nobody can ever steal you

A flame neither the ocean can extinguish

'till you will protect this treasure in a sacred secret

No external force could disfigure

the sweet aspect of this pulsing joy

Feed on this embrace with love, respect and hope

Consecrate the event in the name of supreme emotion

Entwine in a sacred knot the shining wefts of this harmonious desire

Then throw it into the cosmos' centre where the royal energies meet

So that it can preserve itself and vibrate forever in magnificent poetry.