Many times you want  to scream

Because all its wrong it  seems

And  to share with anyone you do not wish

closing your eyes to see the darkness

And take the broom wanting  to fly

To feel the sent of Spring

There where no one else could reach

And go by yourself  inside the sky

Go up and up like the  hawk

and gather one after another all the stars

Wanting to return as a child not an adult

For placing them secretly  in your hands

And following all the birds

happily eating in the  fields

Sampling bunches of Malvasian grapes

Wheat ,cucumbers  then leave

Flying  in the garden searching for you!

On the pomegranate tree I wait for you!

 I see no sun  there is nothing there

As though in my dream I am dead .

I  stand in  the garden  but I cannot be seen

Because down here the night is dark abyss

I came behind the garden searching to find you!

 becoming a “sprite-shadow-spirit” as not to leave you!

 And come “you”behind the garden  this evening....

For it is my own shadow  the “sprite-shadow-spirit”

As a  shadowlike spirit I go in the court yard

To savor the perfume of life.......