Her Smile
Her fragile smile took the dew
from the foliage without frost,
and in the morning of a clear day
it melted somewhere in an aeon.
April didn’t find it
and became angry with the oaks;
it grew cold throughout
the month it was raining.
Leaves grew without the green of the soul,
and the trees sprang
from a new circle.
Her smile bloomed sad
among flower petals in May.
May shares rays and colors,
hiding April’s jealousy
and her worries.
When it flows a breeze
When it flows, a breeze,
don’t close your eyes;
let your sight crash into the glass,
feel the light wave, the gentle emotion,
touching your nerves,
and your worries—frozen eternity—
decorate the rhythm of your life.
In the shelter of wishes,
tomorrow blooms better.
When it flows, a breeze,
step out into the street and wait;
something comes toward you:
a good-omened messenger,
an awakening,
luck predetermined
in whispers of air.
Extract from your pulse
the subtle beatings
that awaken the last desire;
you touch the future
before it sits at the front,
with hope that tomorrow
will shine even brighter.
An evening oasis
In a desert background, I felt your breath.
A wind flowed, bringing me grains of sand.
Above unexplored bridges, you lost me,
and I couldn’t see-not even in a dream.
In the morning sky, images fall:
an island of ice melts-and never becomes water.
In a desert oasis, an evening is born,
beginning with waves that strike me.
And the sea loses me-in foggy illusions,
while sand waves collide upon my face.
There will be cloudiness, yet never rain
in the dry oasis of this evening.
