No, don’t hurry
Nothing is for right now
Love has no hurry
It can wait in silence
Back in the closet
In the general delivery
For millions and millions of years
In the air
And who knows, by then
Rio will be
Some submerged city
The divers will come
To explore your home
Your room, your stuff
Your soul, garrets
Elders in vain
Will try to decipher
The echo of ancient words
Fragments of letters, poems
Lies, portraits
Traces of an alien civilization
No, don’t hurry
Nothing is for right now
Love will always be lovable
Future lovers, perhaps
Will love without knowing
With the love that I once
Have left for you