Is there ever a way to faint your heart,
or by simple means of gesture,
you will contain me,
the way how the earth is fed by the rain,
the way how a seagull flies,
with its flamboyant weight,
the way how exactly I am reduced to pieces,
like a grain of salt, the pebbles from the river,
or the pigments of a pollen,
I so far do not come this way to be uttered,
by words or symbols to create a certain story,
I come this way,
to let you know how much I love you.