Take me away from here, away from these faces so false and these empty words. Take me to the mountains, away from the whole world. Take me where there is nothing but our breaths, where there is no other love but nature.
Take me to an abandoned house, let's look at the dry leaves through that broken window. Take me among the trees that prevent the sun from illuminating my face, which with their branches form a roof made of time and our sylvan past.
Take me to the sea, yes, to the sea. Here we go. Take me to the seashore when the weather is bad, when the waves are stronger than the heartbeat. You know that I also like the sea in winter, the clouds, the foam and the shells piled up.
Take me to the sea to watch the waves that end up on the shore, and start again from further away. Listening to the wind that speaks and the sand that listens.
Then let me look at the horizon, let me think that you need a different life, that there is no need to change places but that everything happens inside me because the forest, the sea, nature and all this exist inside my soul for always.
Young princess
Child now grown up
You play being a wife
satisfied lady.
The rooms of your home
Polished dwelling-
They might satisfy
Your thirst for tea
friends accommodated
For years to come,
For years.
Your wise husband
accomplished master
He does not feel the pains
Ignore the paleness.
Behind a door
Your pain is hidden
Locked in
Golden lock.
You were free in the woods,
with your bow and your knife,
true warrior,
and now only daughter-in-law.
In twelve months you look at the moon,
dreaming of that life in a sylvan abode,
you wait to be sure that the wind will come back
and take away your days.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 