Your Voice, oh your Voice!

Where does it come from?
Is born in you, but not from you, it is before you.

It is the voice of Homer and the winged horses,
Penelope waiting in endless time.

Your voice, the voice of finding yourself in unknown scents.

Your voice, the adventure of two who sail and space become one.
The petal of a tender flower, emerging from a copper leaf.

Your navigating voice, without binnacle or forgetfulness.
The innocence of Cafe Camila that will remain forever.

Your voice, the breeze of a sea that moistens the bodies
and perhaps, in fifteen seconds they will become immortal.

To William.