for several years usually have a strange
every day out barefoot
in yard
at three o’clock after midnight
they feel the walls
as if I drink
in their silence
I leaned the trunk of a palm
and he comforted me with his hand air
tells me all sorts of events
last night told me that I was born
a fall day
at the same time when it was planted
the house was nothing green on it
but him and the mother’s eyes
she always remembers
have a warm touch
a good shade
Why was not never any noise
Wash it often leaves
that you envy all the trees around
it tells me that rises up palm
sun
and you start to doze
mother’s well hidden in the shadow removing roots
I called a stretch and
all birds to sing me to sleep in her arms …