The season of love has come

The season of love has come

And the woods are filled with whispers of butterflies

Every mouth we kiss and every mouth we don’t kiss

Tastes like honeydew

Every name we call becomes an ice cream and melts in

our tongue

Every eye we see is filled with the passion of silent

trees.

Every new friend we make has the soul of the ocean.

The season of love has come

And meadows are sprinkled with perfumes

And lovers sit outside in the middle of the night

And talk endlessly and feel their heartbeats in the smile of the full moon

And see the color of their voice in the darkness of the night.

The season of love has come

And desert sands are covered with rosebuds

Where lovers lie down with their eyes wide open counting thousands of stars

all night long, making love and eternal peace.


The season of love has come

And humanity is ready to depart with his own fear and hatred

and long darkness and all human miseries

With no regret, with no grief.