Where do I put what I found?
In the streets, the books
The night, the faces
In which I have looked for you
Where do I put what I found?
In the earth, in your name
In the Bible, on the day
That I have finally found you.
What do I say to death
So many times called to my side
That in the end she has become my sister?
What do I say to the empty glory of being alone
Playing sad, playing the wolf?
What do I say to the dogs that They went with me
In lost nights of being without friends?
What do I say to the moon that I thought was a companion
Of nights and nights without being true?
What do I do with you now ?
The pigeons that go
To sleep in the parks
They no longer talk to me.
What do I do with you now?
Now you want the moon
The dogs, the night
All my friends