Sailing

Oh watcher who sings
For small remote stars
You have passed distances to those languages
Have you climbed the beam of the star
?Or the light of the poem
When the gleam of the love songs
Adhered
?With the language of the meteors

Oh! If you knew!!!
I still spread my melody
On the cemeteries
On the caves
On sand of beaches
Which is thickened with salt
On the deadened mirrors
Which insinuate my passion
With worn out languages


Thus I ignite my day
I compose the sadness
In collars
On the beaches of life
Exhausting my sorrow by my pain
And air ethnicity

Oh shore
Contain your slang and withdraw
Restore to me a bit of my art
Return to me a little of my life
Which reveals wrongfully
On grains of sand
Seeking the rescue

Which life

Will you offer me
If you spoiled my being?

Which art
Will be able to embellish me
If you abdicated my talent?

Leave…
Leave now
I am adapted to Life
And I am hoisting my will
And some of my old hopes
I am offering you twigs of my good-byes
And songs
Wishing that you won’t come back again