It was beautiful, medieval, calm, peaceful I may say,
Hidden somewhere in the sunset, faraway,
Oh my God ! I lost a town !
Which I remember, by the way, it had a giant park…

Like yesterday I walked on its old paved streets,
I saw its rail-station, and its lethargic flower-shops,
And in the valley, among stone trails and snowed statues,
The little town, showed me a giant park…

And in its mid, like in a little Rome, and I remember that…
The nanny of latinity, the she wolf, gazed me, with its bronze eyes;
And lower, I remember, how God, like in a puzzle game,
Sat like by happening, a giant park…

I’m certain that the town had big cathedral,
Somewhere behind the city-hall,
And hidden under its tall shadow,
Was lying, white and flat, a giant park…

The town had a name too,
A strong name of a demon or a semi-god,
A beautiful, beautiful name,
I think the name was …

I passed its streets and thought about you,
I gazed the stars and moon and fully cried,
And smoky horns of houses smelled like tasty dinner,
And I was walking lonely in a giant park.

And now the town is lost forever…
Or maybe it is I who hidden it in a mind’s corner,
Among memories perfumed with scented candles, white carnage, love
And words.