"Blue and Orange" - Nova Iorque 2002

Today I walked through the white mountains
hidden in the echoes of my silence.
As I walked, an old farmer flew through
my solitude and, sweet as a small
girl, danced through sheets of white velvet
gently held by the sun.
I touched him and recognized burned smiles
in damp bodies dreaming the passion of the
nothing.
Flowing in the northern wind, I ran,
lost in the vastness of an orange field,
over the anxious speed of a forgotten dream.
As the morning came, wild flowers cried
in the warmth of a breeze while the wind,
filled with the incense of the sea,
promised a whisper.
And, gentle, from the gist of my tears an
harmony of silence kissed my lips. I was you.