A keresés eredménye

Presence

It's necessary that longing designs your perfect lines,
your exact profile that, merely, lightly, the wind
of the hours sets a quiver in your hairs . . .
 
It's necessary that your absence smells
subtly, in the air, of sore clover,
the flowers of rosemary long since stored
although not known for who in an ancient fitment . . .
 
But it is necessary, also, that it may be like opening a window
and breathing you in blue and luminous, in the air.
The longing is necessary so that I can feel you
like how I feel - in - me the mysterious presence of life . . .
 
But when you rise up you are so alien and multiple and unexpected
that you never seem to match your portrait . . .
And I need to shut my eyes so that I can see you!
 

On Utopias

If the things are unattainable . . . nevertheless!
it isn't a motive for not wanting them.
How sad the roads, if it wasn't
the magic presence of the stars!