I loved you without knowing it, and I looked for your memory.
In empty houses I entered with a lantern to steal your portrait

from all the graces of my homeland
I chose only your savage heart.

Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,
the fragment of public or private happiness.
A few, the wolves, collected thighs,
other men loved the dawn scratching
mountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.
For me happiness was to share singing,
praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.
I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:
my life had no use on earth.

I love you without knowing how, nor when, nor from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you this way because I know no other way to love,

I love you like the plant that does not bloom
and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers,

I crown you, small monarch of my bones,