you are my walker

under this human guise today we go

from square to street, from game to ice cream,

pointing with the hand birds and deer,

telling us dreams, stories come on,

when this terrestrial time ends we will change to other universal forms

pheasants stars corals moons constellations and you are always my walker

you come with me from the origins of time

from when there was no sky or calendars yet

always by my side and by my side

walker with me, daughter, stone, wind,

indefinite morphology of animal and mirror,

it doesn't really matter where and how they are

the paths of shadows and lights

of noise and silence because wherever we go

It will be beautiful, beautiful daughter, my walker.