In the sky supported by chandeliers,
To which birds stick their climb
I also drew a lighthouse
I put the sea
Let it be your wave that increases your way.
Between buoys of universes
The white ship is swinging its dream
And in the laced Slipstream
swans dance
In celestial waves.
So many days have been weaving in us
Aging like the mountains in the gorges
They crocheted green skies, laces
From dawns overcast by firs.
You, the man of the water, are growing me decks
Towards rebounds that avoid waste
And you kiss me on the mysterious forehead
Of the words that bloom at night.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu