From my heart, takes wing a bird
That tries to defeat the delicate
Curvature of the sea rim,
Where the ocean’s wilderness
Embraces the sky’s loneliness;

With half-burnt wings,
Too red little legs,
Far away from the island
With my trees in tears
Wry and incomplete grown up,
She is looking for a coast
Where to learn the walking;

With the memory stamped by
Frisking remembrances
Within the remorse’s protective gloom
I’m shattering illusions.
My heart is whitening.