I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
No one can stop the river of your hands,
your eyes and their sleepiness, my dearest.
You are the trembling of time, which passes
between the vertical light and the darkening sky.
From the stormy archipelagoes I brought ”
my windy accordian, waves of crazy rain,
the habitual slowness of natural things:
they made up my wild heart.