fly, in my voice this poem
full moon’s white
to your sea’s break
fly, crossing the borders
of fears and sorrows
that live in my home
for knowing you, i know
that in you borns the verb “to love”
that your sing is freedom
and i live feeling you
in the cold air that i breath
in every dawn and with every sigh
in the Light that keeps my path
of fears and hawhorns
i want that my fire’s soul
get burn with the quiet
that wraps your truth
i want that my flying verses (literally: verses to the fly)
awake the consolation
that flows in your peace
for knowing you, i know
that in you borns the verb “to love”
that your sing is freedom
and i live feeling you
in the cold air that i breath
in every dawn and with every sigh
in the Light that keeps my path