Fairy man!

His talk was about all things.
Of small gusts passing by,
away, on a gray afternoon.

Deep in the haunted mirror.
For he had come like the morning of a day,
when the world that existed was august
and it was slowly entering September.

Gold leaf and silence in our eyes.
This is how he looked to me:
A wild shadow of the forest,
full of whispers and mystery.

I looked into his calm eyes,
and all my heart was his...
And all my heart, still, was his,
like a sunset at sunrise.
I found him dancing like a leaf,
and singing like a bird.

He remained silent
and became my silence.
I felt it run through my veins
no rumors, no echoes,
as if the universe were talking to me.

I was as alone as I've ever felt
in the lonely land or in the violet sky.
Mixture of all things happy and sad.
So sad laughing eyes.

The plum blossom that falls so delicately.
And the world, which still smelled of April,
burned its way into May.
Silent fire from the ground.
In his dark eyes, I saw a star.

My man who came from the land of fairies.


PAR