I made a mistake by giving you
my loneliness. I didn't want to love
in such a way that insomnia
would become yours too.

Incarnate longing, come back
before I discover in you the immensity
of the purple star, of bottomless dreams,
of the yearly melancholy.

I cover myself with you
as if with my first breath, I hear your
whisper, so similar to the rustle
of firstborn tears. I close the window
behind me, I look for a world
too distant for my heart
to beat unimpeded.

I am trying to fly above borders
of the hills, above barricades
of light - so that the last flaw in me dies,
so that time, given to melancholy,
in incompatible words, awakens.

I would like to feed myself with
your distance, but I know that my body
cannot boast of touch.
I have overcome this night.
I will free myself from the stars.