<p>A contemporary transposition of "Song of Solomon"<br><br>The fog carries out the abyss of the last shadows.<br>On the road, the sky still draws the remote phantom of the morning rain.<br>The air is lighter and lighter.<br>Flowers are blooming; fruits are falling on the grass separated from their sleep, like some frail shadows.<br>And there she is, like the spring revival, a body in its misty flight shivering words: love, love, love, restless a...