.
I wanted to have
in the tip of my tongue
that bloomed wing
opening at the passing
wind
and a sunflower always
attentive
to the light of your countenance
I know nothing is certain
in this sea of petals where
I fall asleep and all I ask
even when not knowing what I should
is a lighter beat
a longer dream
a denser
look
or rather madness
of me
(Naf)
Translation- Luiza Melancia
Painting- Adam Hosmer
