And we’ve crowded ourselves
Forgetting the taste of our desires

Our profound thirsty
Was changing in juicy and sweet fruits
On the plate of the altar

I was embroiding the light
On the dark of the moment

You were there, of course
Even if you didn’t talk to anyone
They seemed all blessed by your words
In the dialog of the silence

There were ones writing
on the banks, on the stones, on the stars
Another were writing on the leaves,
branches, stumps, on the keys, and clouds,
and eyelids, temples, soles and knees

Nothing was there to be unwritten
No secret, mirage, wonder, illusion,
No happening, no hour

We were wing borning feelings
Keeping themselves by the hand

We were passing together
The bridge of hope
Walking all of us the same calling
Ant after ants
On the ways known only by us
By measuring in steps
Yours unheard-of words

We were asking just for a little drop of
Cold autumn through our veins
The memory was building the chain
Of our seasons
We laugh sometimes
Keeping us with a thought of a wing
There on the waves

We You they…
Arm in arm with our children
We were taking together
The same exam...