It will be a different story...

in the waters of the not yet discovered seas,

by the routes in the cities

with unexplored territory,

with the key that turns in the houses

where there are yet no doors...

I'll be there.

With handful of snowdrops...

reciting Bishop's poems,

favourite of mine...

While walking on the rooftops,

With handful of little snowdrops...

You will be there.

Inhaling the air of the spring sunset

While walking and dreaming, and loving...

And you will surely meet me sometime...

You recognize me. Small or adult.

Turn around.

You will notice from a distance

and from the height.

As a detector,

you can simply define me with your heart...

And you will smile the way you only do it!