My heart is taking a plane to your city, Leaving my ribcage, an abandoned warehouse On whose shutters my hands beat time, Like two spoons on an overturned pan.

My lips are riding a rail car to your city, To stand at your corner and panhandle for Your kisses. Meanwhile my mouth opens and closes, Unable to find the right utterance for your essential name!

My sleepless eyes are driving towards your city, Two reddish irises tracing trials on road atlases. My empty sockets fill with rain, become two ponds And wait for your starry body to break their surface.

My restless blood, however is unable to leave. So it rushes in these veins like an anxious cardinal. It is a white toothed brook cascading in these distant hills, where Unknown to itself, it’s always driven towards the unfathomable sea.

My whole ugly duckling body is mute tonight. A mime performing on the quays, waiting for the swans to arrive. How to identify you, among them? I will surely know for when you hold up your body like a gilding mirror my summers will burst into flames!