I am surrounded by chloroplasts
That are fugitives to sadness
And my head
Is filled with amazement,
That is why i want today
One of your giant leaves
To cover me with its greenery.
I long to stretch out
Until you can touch
My emptiness with your desire
And so that my tired bones
To the sound of your moans
Calm my cries
And hope returns again
To reforest
My valleys and hills,
My seagrass meadows,
Each singular mountain,
My thousand uncertain deserts,
My pampas, my steppes,
My tundra and my taiga.
The light of your milky way
Can renew in me,
My withered equatorial jungle.
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