I still see them,
The river horses, with our daughters inlaid on their bodies,
the long wings of wax,
spreading over my permanently thirsty place,
from where I watch
their passing,
I saw smiles driven by storm,
which which should put peace between us,
you, the tailfish girl
entrapped in horse flesh,
me, the sad and generous thief,
who waits on the other side,
like I told you,
out here it's raining,
and cherry flowers enters in my nose,
this time is lost,
and I wrapped it around me,
like a boat,
which waits for you,
and like a wandering thief,
always thirsty.

I still see them,
a passing through the meditation.