The huge schoolyard
I jump between the puddles that reflect the high eucalyptus trees
A little goldfinch looks at me with curiosity

I kissed tenderly
your ******* polished by the rain
one morning in April

stay calm my dear friend
your present sorrows
will be like Goldfinches flowing away tomorrow
and a nostalgic smile will illuminate your face

Salute
for those people touched by the gods
transforming images into words
poetry
fresh dew in decaying cities
Salute
for those people touched by the gods
impecable words
like furious machine guns
lightnings in the middle of the night

on cold evenings like this
I try to recognize myself in your gaze
the rain dances with the wind

the bridges have the charm
of being the beginning or the end of a journey
exactly like a kiss

her ******* bristle
when a gentle breeze kisses them