A woman is standing
trembles

A horse passes
and throws a man

A lonely man
next to a woman

They approach a bonfire that
has always been

The night looks at them
nothing knows about love
nor of cruelties

On his shoulders
holds
to a glass man
and a woman
that stokes a bonfire
on a dark night
who looks at them
like two naked children

Like a bird the woman
with clay wings
and winter blue eyes
she walks clumsily and lightly
towards the simple sea of the others

The man walks
towards love
towards sleep suspension
walk steady and slow
with intertwined hearts
to a woman
who walks
and walk

The soul carries
some pity
when the night speaks
and behind her
the voice
of a man
cries
on the luminous body
of a woman
sad
like a leaf
before
to break.