I used to hold a fiery wind

and I tried to determine the direction

where poetry would fly.

I would like to be helped
but not to understand.
Because i understand too much.

We are hungry for tenderness,

in a world where everything abounds

we are poor of this feeling

which is like a caress

for our heart

we need these small gestures

that make us feel good

Tenderness

is a disinterested and generous love,

that does not ask anything else

to be understood and appreciated.

As for me, I used to be a bird

with a gentle white womb,

someone cut my throat

just for laughs,

I don't know.

As for me, I used to be a great albatross

and whirled over the seas.

Someone put an end to my journey,

without any charity in the tone of it.

But even stretched out on the ground

I sing for you now

my songs of love.