I love it.

Its festival. Food. Music. Family gathering. Laughter.

You and I walking the alley of remembrance.

Holding you close and thigh as the first day.

A glass of wine in our hands.

Children around us playing gay fully.

The night young and pregnant of multiple aromas.

God knows what will become of all this.

All I know is that I should love you.

One more time for each and every star.

That is all I know.

And that is enough for me.

Ernesto Onofre