I walk gently on the skin of the sea.
A wandering wind wraps around our bodies
And an albatross opens its wings on our shoulders.
There is a footstep
And the light of a lantern.
I hide myself beneath an old blanket
And become filled with the aroma of wheat.
Live every moment of your life
As if you are just born
Every morning my love
Brings me a cup of coffee
With a piece of dark chocolate.
I do not wait for poetry
But go in search of it
Because my wings are broken
And I am left far from my nest…
And my mother, who at her death
Called out to her sister Ozra,
Has not yet let go of
My own sister’s hand.
I was fifteen years old
When I found the moon in the Biabanak sand dunes.
I still hear
The sound of your laughter
On that summer morning