Wednesday, January 21, 2015


I have a confession
For you, my love:

I love life
More than I
Love you,

Because I love sitting by
As the sun closes its eye
Leaving its last glitters
Of life to the loneliness
Of starry nights I have long
Learnt to love,

Because I love setting my
Eyes on the little red
Beetle crawling its way
Between the leaves
To become a colour
To the flower,

Because these remind
Me of how in loneliness
I hold your name in my breath,
And how, like the beetle,
My heart sits in the flower
Of your love.

P.S.: I have to confess that there are things in this piece that need tuning, but I don't know what.

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