I have waited for so much, time already

a letter from you...

that hold

has left in me

a track

of melancholy

They have happened

so many years already

from that time, in that

I believed

that separate us, would be

a serious form

delayed.., to mature

..for a good

recommence..

And in some way

I was not wrong

I grew

but next to me

and so far of you, also grows

my sighs,

my lethargy..

And you, grew

demonstrating me,

that it was right..

and silence grew

and the shade grew

next to me.

And the wind grew

untied..

very far of me

Now I know

It will be not meditated

the next beam of May

Loosing only

I will continue risking

to undo the bows..

…Dripping ignored

will the jasmine continue, rooted

in my court

And it will become night.., and

.. I will be watching it

Without noticing him.., because

also then..,

in this moment, I will continue, thinking

about you…