It's not that I don't return because I have forgotten
of your smell of thyme and kitchen
They say that it looks much clearer from afar,
that it's not the same who wanders and who walks.
And I knew that love has green eyes,
that the deck has four suits,
that what is lost never returns,
and the tide rises and then falls.
I knew that simplicity is not foolish,
that one cannot confuse value and price,
and any bite can be a delicacy.
If the horizon is light and the heading a kiss,
it's not that I don't return because I have forgotten;
it's that I have lost the way back.
Mother...