you were singing for those happy hosts
around you rotating their hands
searching for apples and nuts
like the windmills in front of don quixote
they were livening up your song shadows
returning the echo was twisting
the obscure corolla of intuition for a moment
that blooming you lived on
whenever you were practising harmony
only I know how many times
your jumping heart was hitting
your legs in waves because
of a mere falsetto and how many times
you were moving away stepping backwards
on the rhythms of your own feelings
accidental unrecognizable
you accepted them shying away
from their happiness