When you find the earth
Where the paradisiacal cumulus
Are crowning the sea
There
As a pelagic bird that has returned
To their dear land
There I will wait for you.
I will be
For the spores of your plants
A green fertile mountain,
For your cloudless sun
A leafy tree,
For your wandering ships
Radiant lighthouse,
I will be for your kisses the source
For your meat the recipient
For your winter the heat
And when your chest feels
Tired in its interior,
As the wind
I will listen of your hardships
Of fatigue of your wandering.
If you want
My body will be
Willing to receive your anchors
To sigh for your lances
To devote resolute in love
To love you without further ado
With selflessly determination.
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