there were round words those that rolled in between us
from your side of the table towards mine
when winter was melting away
it is true, it is true, you then said,
as if truth were what we were after
we talked of setting each other free
as if freedom were what one lacked
your lips, the smell of new books, your voice
although I never asked what you most adored
that day when winter was fading away
taking another sip you already knew
missing me was not going to be easy
and then I poured you yet another cup
waiting for that winter to turn into spring
