Before we depart,
under the lights of the stars,
smoking some cigars,
shall we dream together
the piece of peace?
that we greed,
towards the heart's felice.

A vicinity of ours,
pickled with blueberries and cakes,
and scented chocolates;
a melody that we knew,
to the piety's rue,
shall we seek through
the world we blue?

Like keats...
Shall we sing our mysteries,...