Read something in the end of every evening,
In fleeting galaxies, revolving on their ring.
Discover, for each dancing step, a finish –
Daring and sly, as death upon your foe.
Lower the sky, down on the tips of your fingers,
Easing the howling paths of stars.
Find out what’s yours from my riddle,
Our shared gift that’s read plain in reverse.
Rewind and wind its ticking Universe
And make of it the silence in your song.
Marvel and live through my delirious planet,
In silver fields, watching the moon at war.
Love me in sunny days and in the days of cholera,
Old as the sand that makes the glass of wine,
New as the soul that finds new faith.
Give me the wind, to let be swept away
And your sweet voice, to linger in my room.