Me and you and a grapevine, endless joy. We travel in our little boat without return, as if we were a tale of blue lapis lazuli. We travel on a carpet of wind without feet roaming the galaxy like spring butterflies that never know sleep. There, time becomes sweet like a grape. There, glowing songs go out every morning to the store next to our house to buy a bike and a hat to reach the furthest point of my brown skin. Then, I was there, yes, flying, extending my hand to a faint cloud, Then I smiled, what a strange joy.

Me and you, a night without night and satisfaction without satisfaction. Me and you, an unquenchable joy. What happiness.