Love letter

Firm eyes. Yes, firm eyes. Direction odors of the forest plunged in the black. Slip into the fog which goes up, recovers us. You are cold. Snuggle against me. You shiver, you are afraid. It is normal. You advance without knowledge. You gave me your confidence. Much more still. You jumped into space, without parachute, thinking of nothing. You start with the noise of the branches which crack under your feet. You cling to me. Still more. You installations not of question. You closed the eyes. You do not want to know. Your life will be that one. Near to me. Me with you. In the forest of the life, in the middle of the large black trees. We will advance without lantern, just stuck one to the other. Also I have the bandaged eyes. I cling to you. I did not say myself it not to frighten you.