From these oak trees I have loved.
You are not in a land of oak trees.
You are not in a land of trees.
Cement, metal, bricks and barriers
have become your companions.
So I turn to the oak trees
and at night, under stars
they shepherd the feelings of the
to send to your heart
radio waves and cellular signals
and I lie down on the prairie of Texas
to love you,
to make a new kind of paradigm
with acorns, ants and pebbles,
to dream of an infinite kingdom of
children and the ageless somewhere
amongst the galaxies and galaxies.
The stars are the vows of our marriage,
what is mortal and immortal between us.