I'm in the
St. Peter Church
praying for you
and recalling
our romantic
and
sweet breakfast
last blue winter,
last sad December,
last white Christmas,
that turns
into a
historical novella.

I pray
that I will
see you again
I pray
that you will
read my
artistic letters
that you will
read my
fine poetry
because I always
read your daily
aesthetic story
reading
your daily
melancholy diary

You teach me
to be a...