morning

The day falls behind

barely burned

already useless

Then comes the great light

every door gives way

before a man

asleep

Time is a tree

that never stops growing

Time

the vast half-open gate

the star that blinds

It is not with the eyes

that one sees the birth

of that drop of light

that will be

that once was day

Sing, bee

without hurry

cross the shining labyrinth

in celebration

Breathe

and sing

Where everything ends

the wings begin

You are the sun

the sting of morning

the sea kissing the mountains

the total clarity

the dream

At half voice

the world remembers

how to open

At half voice

the dawn enters

like a secret animal

And the sleeping man

unlocks the doors

without moving

The light grows

the tree grows

the silence grows

Sing, bee

in the golden wound

of the hour

Nothing is lost

only transformed

into brightness

Nothing is gone

only sleeping

inside the fire

You are the sun

the first wound of the day

the blue mouth of the ocean

the mountain breathing salt

the clarity

the dream

At half voice

at half voice

at half voice