Your thin furniture
lightly leans
against the clear walls and the floor,
and a chill of wind
comes in and gains the upper hand
opening a window wide.
The few edges hidden
among the corners
never hurt my stimolation
which goes through you
running free
in the corridors of your soul
Two abstract and similar paintings
stare at me from a white, pale outline
and from the kitchen the sinuous smoke
and tea aroma comes slowly
Night slowly falls and
on the piano I play a music which
climbs to the moon and
slips on roofs falling to the garden
you have already carefully watered.
The wide bedroom
is a great breath of air,
with your low furniture, easy to dust,
just a few objects to move.
The dawn colors everything
even the house living inside you.
It becomes purple, pink and magical,
as real as the fireplace
you've passionately built here.
And all of this is
your furniture.
The dawn colors everything
even the house living inside you.
It becomes purple, pink and magical,
as real as the fireplace
you've built...