Sometimes I wander, searching in those naked trees,

dead,

left by the riverside,

without clothes,

without sun,

without will,

without you.

What came to be, when we had to live together,

with cold,

with skin,

with weariness,

with loneliness.

While the winds blow,

Today I don’t grow,

I hope to see you,

Sun that warms me.

While the winds blow,

I hope to love you,

close…

With centuries of abandon in my pockets,

without reasons,

without breath,

without glances.

If I look to the ground,

I see dead leaves,

if to the sky,

clouds and rain that bring me sorrow.

While the winds blow,

Today I don’t grow,

I hope to see you,

Sun that warms me.

While the winds blow,

I hope to love you,

close

While the winds blow,

I hope to love you,

close,

and in each new seed,

you and I, from the past,

the fruit,

and of the future,

the seed.