LET'S BE

Let me be your sandals,
so you won't walk
barefeet on the hard rock.
Or the green grass,
wet in the morning before dawn,
so you can be free,
in close contact with Mother Earth.

Let me be that point,
a link between you past
-remembered with nostalgia and smiles-
and you future
-plenty of hopes and some fear-.
Yes, let me be your present.

Let me be your voice;
to sing you a song of joy every day.
And your eyes;
to show you new dreams to live.
Have me as your ears,
and listen the melody of the wind in the forest.

And smell the happiness
through me.....

Water,
to overwhelm your thirst.
And doing so, for a moment,
mine of you.

Be my lover;
better, my friend.

Let's be together,
a promise of a new clear day.
Let's be!

COME TO THE CRISP MORNING

Come, come.
....come to me.
Come naked, unafraid.
Without the loathed past,
just you. Come.

Left the memories.
Let them be obliterated,
deleted by the
endless possibilities
of your future.

Let me help you.
Left the dust,
remove your tunic and
take my hand.
I am leading you to the river.

In the crisp morning,
the cold water will
clean your soul;
my love will
warm it, anew.

Come, come.
I'm waiting for you,
longing for you.
For so long.
Come.

PHONE (1997/X/04, Cambridge)

I stare at the phone,
waiting for his call.
My enemy.

He said:
"I'll give you a call".
Time passes,
I wanted it to pass,
fast, faster. I want my call.

Pick up the telephone;
hung up.
Pick up again,
__ hesitation...
____ pride.......
______ desire......
I phone.
None.
Three rings and I repent.

Again.
Fingers dancing,
playing with the buttons.
Trembling, I phone.
Four rings, and... his voice.
A recording, damn!
Hung up.

I stand up, walk, eat.
Go to the deck.
"I am happy, I am lucky,
I don't need him".
Auto-persuasion. I fail.

The phone shine,
I have polished so many time.
Caresses,
diverted to the object in between.

5:40PM.
Dial again.
Machine again.
"It's me,
give a call, ok?"
Hung up,
the heart is running away.


"He must be back, 6:10PM"
Pick up,
Push six numbers, stop.
Push three, .... one more...
hung up.

Tap, tap, tap.
"where are you,
why I wait"

I get ready.
Shower, trim the bear.
Cologne, underwear.
Wait.
Low music to hear the ring.

Ring, ring,
I run.
"A friend, go away".

"If he called meanwhile..."
Dial,
ring, ring, ring, ring;
Answer machine.

7:30PM, dinner. Alone.
Ring, ring.
I fly.
"An ex, go to hell".

Wait? no.
I beg, call, call me.
I do.
None.

I write this poem.
And call again.