We discovered the sky, the sea and the smile.
We said to the wind: “Run at breakneck speed,
don’t arrest yourself, run to mess the hair
of the young girls that play with time.
Bring on yourself
the messages of hope for those
who live the night; who have not the summer of life.
Run run, wild wind, run at breakneck speed
up to meet the face of her
who asked at the time to turn into a camellia.
Be light, bring her the colour of blood
of confused poppy among the gold of the ears;
the footprints of its white feet
on the ford of rubies.
Bring the feel of a tired hand,
bring her the flower you ripped off the edge
in that spring. I’d love to be with you
to touch her cheeks with my breath;
I’d love to be on your back rand un away,
at the end of the world
and shake my hands
to what is unknown to me;
to the one who spread
banks of solitude
on this narrow plane.