I am a salty
memory, on whose brown wood a stork has nested. I know no sail or coast but
this wild love
Oh, wild
love, how you burst into the corners of my dreams and closed worlds. You drag
me into unbridled passion like a wild traveler lost among the bamboo trees.
It is a wild
love that grows here and there. And I'm a wild shadow that can't dream, I just
smile. My soul melts in its tales, stands there with this terrible feeling; touching
the skin of the water. It is irresistibly soft and charming.
Let me sail
to infinity. And I disappear into you happily in a wave that says it all. I
just want a moment between its raging waves that surround me with all the
sparkling drops that sit on the table of my eyelids, messing with the capitals
of my thinking, the seagulls that can guide me to nothing.
This is how my dream sings. So it
becomes a strangely trembling bed. I'm not good at pretending, but songs of joy
and euphoria that never leave the grass wet stir this love.
O beloved impulses, where did you get
all this purity from? And all this strange existence? The heart flooded my
shadow with its gentle pain, and this body of mine became a follower of a
captivating longing. When I look at your smiling face, overwhelmed with pride,
I remember the ancient stories of that sea.
