I woke up with this beautiful catalan poem on my mind, something I don't remember the title or the author:
La plutja de la nit
ha nevat l'acacia de verda caricia humida
i el vent perfilat de març
l'ha orfanat dels seus primers orientals estels
O, besa'm en els ulls, estranya inoblidable amant,
que en els teus cabells
em moren entrenuades les meves mans.
I wish I could be able to render in English all the beauty of the verse.It's about the rain of a night in March and all the scattered flowers of the acacia tree, the hands of the lover caressing the hair of the woman kissing his eyes.