That bright springtime , when they loved each other , she had scattered without him knowing it the branch full of bitter white of a cherry tree in bloom and a delicate petal had slipped , like randomly , in the envlope with the love letter . The petal had faded away before reaching the end of the long way , leaving behind it only a little spring perfume that made him smile like one does to a mild memary . And he didn't know that she had been .

Next summer , when , for missing him too much , she had gotcloser without him knowing it . She was hiding only to send to him the call of love in that shell she had so long warmed up in her hands before making it roll over , down to his feet . The hesitating steps leaving melancholic traces on the sand had stopped near the pearly shell , brighter and so much different from all the others , and smiling , he had picked it up and thrown it in the sea watching long after it , as after a tender thought . And he didn't know that she had been .

The sad autumn that followed , after he had driven her away . She was watching him from behind a tree without him knowing it and , kissing the falling leaf that had stopped in her hair . She had laid it on the water mirror slightly touched by the mild September wind , blowing it on towards him with all warmth of her heart . He had smiled to the tired leaf stopping at his feet without understanding why he had felt that he would have picked it up and embraces it against his chest . And he didn't know that she had been .

That late winter when she won't be any longer without him knowing it a snowflade made of silk and silver will fall down drop full of rainbows without knowing why , even smiling . He will feel like crying . And he will never know that she had been .