I cannot reach you…
If the waves would rise
on the first day of September
a Prince of Venice will depart
down the sea black as tar.
One pier will sail forever in my eyes.
I would like to meet you
there in a place where
echoes Venice of your poems.
But I am just watching
the surface of sea black as tar.
I cannot reach you
nor on the square of doves
in which my feet
crossed over your traces;
Now is the another time
and I will not bring to you
my twilights in the hands;
It played the imagination.
Just one pier will sail
forever in my eyes
just Prince of Venice will depart
down the sea black as tar.
If the waves would rise
on the first day of September
leave my twilights alone
and let them not dirty
of the last coin thrown
into the sea black as tar.
Let just random walker
in passing observes them.
One pier will sail forever
through the sea black as tar.
T