Road to Love | A Poetry
for your freedom my wings are enough.
From my mouth will come to heaven
what was sleeping on your soul.
It is in you the illusion of every day.
You come as the dew to the corollas.
You undermine the horizon with your absence.
Eternally on the run like a wave.
I said you sang in the wind
like the pines and like the masts.
Like them you are tall and taciturn.
And you suddenly get sad like a journey.
Welcoming as an old road.
You're full of echoes and nostalgic voices.
I woke up and sometimes migrate and flee
birds that slept in your soul.