Time dissolves like a cigarette in the middle of the night a bird sings a sad melody somewhere in the forest the friends who left never came back the first autumn rains arrived
summer has entered my window for the first time children run and laugh in the garden the mist surrounding the blue mountain is clear a warm sun is gradually flooding my room
the blaze of your beauty raindrops caught on a train window sunrise on a lonely beach the tick-tock of an old clock the wind kissing your cheeks the murmur of dawn that assaults your room the blaze of your beauty the crackling of a campfire in the middle of nowhere the whisper of the wind among the foliage of the forest a sparrow singing on the eaves of a house a loaf of bread shared between two solitary beings the moon reflected in an old pond
The kids play in the garden As the daylight fades between toasts and small talk I light a cigarette and look at the horizon I have a feeling this is going to be a long winter.
We, from years ago are no longer the same The years, like capricious winds made us lose our way to our own Ithaca we finally end up on faraway and strange beaches. Sometimes the memory of a distant love comforts us in the midst of so much loneliness
Stop for a moment Let the wind carry away your thoughts open your senses and just feel like a wild beast like a panther about to jump on life and its miracles
The forest that once sheltered us still as lonely as ever The trees recovered their music with the autumn breeze I badly need you to survive the next winter Please do not take long
your beauty has been been the cornerstone of my poetry all these years of solitude and despair at the end your beauty will vanish like a beautiful misty morning dissolved by the sun appearing on the horizon
It is true that I invented you One day when my loneliness hit me harder than usual Your skin, your lips and your kisses You will live longer than me in these verses
I climb up the narrow staircase of the old house A little tired A little defeated Before me an infinite sea of great eucalyptus trees makes me smile again
What's beyond a cherry blossom A waning moon And an ungrateful love?
let's make a pact dear girl friend I give you autumn and its sepia-colored leaves and you give me a dewy trail and everything else we share in equal parts
the old days are gone together with friends and loves they live now in your wrinkles and your dreams but sometimes, not very often that sleeping tiger that still lives inside you roar in the wind
in the Urubamba valley where the mountains rise to the sky and the clouds look like cotton candy where the gods speak with thunder and lightning where the rock, the cloud and your body become one and the pure air renews and transforms you a song and a poem
The tiger of my dreams resembles that other tiger that drinks on the banks of the immense Ganges sometimes I wonder which one of them should I take care of more
Between the murmur of eucalyptus and the smell of yellow broom my steps lead me to my distant childhood away from the noise of the big city everything is getting sweeter and kinder and on my face the smile of a child is drawn
young people with golden skin on distant beaches dance with the music of the palm trees under the summer moon while other people shiver under a heavy rain in crowded streets
The wind speaks better than us Inhabitants of a gigantic Babel Rain comforts better than any government directive And the golden rays of the sun are warmer than the best political speech
This midday On the path, silence, Only the rumor of my footsteps On the dry leaves. And far away, The song of a nightingale Among the trees. This midday, When an abyss separates My love and her silence
many times I wrote your name in the air in the sand, in the rain, in the evenings in the end everything was useless I never saw you again so as not to forget you I have your name tattooed on my skin