Hudba umelej inteligencie

Leaden clouds gripped the horizon
a gray sheet descended from the sky.
In the city where darkness sponsors light
the first drop struck the pavement.

Then a second, a third, a throng pours down,
greedily soaking the dust of streets.
The brightness of lights, fiercely slowed,
turned the wet asphalt into a mirror.

Under the gray sheet footsteps suddenly sound,
which the rain, like a canvas, illuminates.
Under the umbrella eyes are smiling,
a deep glance is aimed at me.

We met in silence, words are useless,
in the presence of one who speaks by herself
only quiet, deep and powerful looks,
like the dawn of a new morning.

The rain thickens, rustles, weaves curtains of mist,
for gazes that precede words.
A quiet thought, the heart's warmth entices,
two kisses in the rain suddenly join.

In warm embrace, beneath the cloak of rain,
time stops and the rain frolics
only our love, strong without emptiness,
in your embrace time is lost.

In the wet embrace, time loses measure,
the touch warms us, gentle and steady.
Under the umbrella, in the silent interior,
in your eyes I see a perfect world.