In between trees
If you are who I look for, come
in the night of lost reflections,
if you are the beloved body,
come in between trees, in between songs.
Here awaits you a time
dispossessed of fables,
a body punished by life
and the roads’ brambles.
If you are she who comes,
leave me a sign in between trees:
a white veil, a trace in the dust
will suffice in my wretchedness.
Come now that death awaits
as marvellous forest awaits death;
if you are who I look for,
come under the sky’s protection.
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