The night jasmine is whispering your name
The desert awaits you

Secretly you fall

Let the dark silk caress your sorrow
Let Hypnos dream you

To a sleeping Rose

Your Night breeds Silence

Everything is dormant

Even Hypnos is asleep

So the enchanted gardens

Only bells are sighing from afar…

You dream me back into my dream

I dream you back into your dream

Whisper Sultana…

The far-off summers
of your fairy tale

I wait…

Whisper me
your secret scent


You are so alive, playful and poetically precise…
Who are you really…?


The afternoon has fallen asleep

The silent mirrors are also dreaming…