I wish I held you tightly in my arms
on a summer night, and showed you the sky
as only I see it, blue quiet.
Like in an absurd dream with autumn scent,
this is how I feel in your presence, a little shy,
for I fear I will make a waste of gestures.
I wish I held your temples in my palms
and kissed your nape, then whispered something,
a mystery about us, wrapped around the finger like a ray.
I shook all cherry trees that I encountered,
drowning in petals all the alleys of the old town,
now I only have to welcome you.
Call me when hard times shall come upon you,
call me, and I will unflinchingly help you stand up,
and take you to the altar where you haven’t yet brought flowers.