Your words have an elusive body.
They walk on the palm’s lines,
on the waters of silence between you and me,
wave by wave emotions are nestling eggs of stone
inside a dream’s seashell.
White flamingo birds
are mirroring themselves
in shards of tears.
Under your arm an angel is sleeping,
he knows by heart only the prayers
forgotten in childhood.
He won’t awake,
I won’t awake him.