My Beloved And The Rain

I am afraid to the world to rain and you without me Since you went in the evening and subjective the knot of the rain The winter covered me with its coat Then I don't reflect on a cold and not boredom The wind howled behind my window Then you whisper, grabs my hair here I soften I sit down and the rains whip me On my arm on my face on my back Then who defend me O traveler. Like the turtledove, between the eye and the vision How am I wiping off you from papers of a memory You are in the heart the engraving planted in stone I weave you, you went to the right you live in my paint If you were in China Or if you were in the moon..