Sunday, May 06, 2012



I think about you
and compose your tribute,
my Ulysses.

I think about the Gods
that have accompanied you,

do you think they might
let you return?

I’ve been in pain
since you left.

I go towards you

in an echo,
an impulse, a gaze
a flight,

and still you don’t come
to greet me.

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