Edem

Music is a woman
becomes love
and if it is your first one, you do not forget her.
and after the separation in the place remains the perfume
from the notes that she wore the endless nihgts
of your living together with her.
Music is a woman that remained recollection for me.
that led conciously in an end
of my mind,dressed with one sweet melacholy cloak.
So I pull out sometimes,certain songs,
perfumed yellowed letters from the drawer
of a previous life that did not become a victim
in the disposals of oblivion,because when the melancholy is sweet
it does not ache.