I weld my love to you,
I want you
Like a fever
Like a bird, in flight,
Like holy water in the flame of consumption.
I want you
Without many words,
No stoppers,
No rags.
I'm welding you to myself,
I put your love on me,
On my finger,
On the forehead,
Before my feet.
Manole's Ana would have been happy
To be welded like this.
I weld my love to your loneliness, so that you will be restless to the end. May a greater love be born with you.