The wait long invasive
incidences of Advent
it is the enchantment of the new light
and from that time the gaze transpires
Advent of distant stories
of new tenderness, of silent fluids
of stones in the magic of foliage
It waits suspended the advent of autumn and
the wind is silent in the arms of the fluids comets
we pass suspended
we live
the waiting in the womb sings life
the heart is clear
beats the wait
ancient odors vaporize
and I caress the tender gem
he will come, he will also come to feed
this year of joys
and light in the smoke of the fireplace.
English Translation by Claudia Piccinno