The roads danced under the footsteps
as if they knew how to find the way
toward tomorrow and elsewhere
and voices grew
everywhere.
The sarcophagi lay with the voice washed away
on the shore, with her back
they fell asleep through the smoke
and the sea grew
towards them.
She hid between the corridors,
in the courtyard u empty bushes she walked
through the shadows and the cold
and the lamps took off
her face.
Strangers recognized her,
stones took her ,
between their oars and banished her
on the cheri, where she threw memories
among the people.
Words left the silence of the sound
and led me like hand in hand
among the faces of her days,
I forgot about them
among the people.
I stood on the shore, the sarcophagi
lay, with her back
and fell asleep through the smoke and the sea grew towards them. She covered my face with her hands.