מילים לשיר Aquarello – Ataraxia

Your hands and my words trace circles,
Lines, volutes, assonances,
Fragrances of sonorous abstractions
Atmospheric nuances,
Tenuous impalpable motions of spinging chords,
Cerulean, overseasIn floating constellations "We open the dance like unusual
comedians or sylvestrian
interpreters of a bizarre picture.".