You laugh
This is what you know:
I offered my solicitudes, feelings and madness
On a plate of Jasmine and Narcissus
And you turned your feelings away from me
I glorified your name as much as the grains of sand
And the number of water drops
And the number of beats of the heart
But you refused my praising
I put a necklace of kisses around your neck
And bracelets of longing embroidered with flowers
I turned the springs of rivers, to spring from your fingertips
And end in your tips
I told you that
The Goddesses of Sumer, Uruk,
Babylon, Assyria, Athena and Rome
Desire to kneel and offer Eucharist to your majesty
But you refused
You imagined
That my cities were destroyed
My carriages were broken in the desert
It seems you have forgotten
That I have been in love
Do you recall
The fall of stars from your fingers,
The rolling of my days
Before you
The making of many angels
Worshipping around you
And plucking your words
To create from them, Psalms,
That give lustre
To our existence
As they bathe in your voice?
I see your smile in my cigarette
It is framed in my miserable room
And in my miserable life too
Your smile is swimming in my imagination
And leading my dreams like a prisoner of war
Your smile accompanies me like my breath
I smell in it the odour of the sea
And the aroma of the orange
I smell in it the perfume of my sad home
The smile of my home that is hiding deep sadness
And you are hiding under your smile
The sadness of my home
You are my home are you not?
Oh, you my pain and the pain
Of the bought country
You are the whole of my sadness,
And the sadness itself
I fear for you to be protected from yourself and myself
You are the wholeness
And the whole of everything
Should I say: The wonder of the souls' throbbing
Has been lost by your neglect
Should I say: You find pleasure in dropping
My dreams from their throne
Then erasing them like erasing a word from your note book
Have you enjoyed seeing my grief
Ramble under your windows
And roads to reach you
Do you know that the streets …gardens… are in white
Because they smell your scent
As you pass by
You, the first wind
The anarchy of storm
You, the greenness of my days
Have not you read my hymns over your lower lip?
Have not you read my anxieties before your bright honour?
You should know
You are my dependency