Life simply leaves, and arrives
like a bud that the wind parades, and thins.
We are actors at times,
spectators at times,
simply and as if nothing, life gives us and takes roles.
Serenely when the wave comes, it ends,
and perhaps, by allowing itself to be overcome, it begins.
The beach in love
does not know the long wait
and opens its arms just in case, today's wave wants to stay.
Just like that, I let you let me;
just like that, i'll let you leave me now.
I have, for you, a nest in my tree
and a white cloud, hanging from some branch.
Very white...