Two happy lovers make a single loaf of bread, a single drop of moon on the grass, they leave two shadows walking that come together, they leave a single empty sun on a bed. They chose the day from all the truths: they did not bind themselves with threads but with an aroma, and they did not shatter peace or words. Venture is a transparent tower. The air and the wine go with the two lovers, the night offers them its blessed petals, it has the right to all the carnations. Two happy lovers have no end or death, they are born and die many times while they live, they have eternity by nature.