If you give me permission, one day I'll shout out
to the whole world, that you are my poetry,
like the sun that wakes up, soft and blessed,
in every corner of my soul, you are joy.
You are the immense moon that shines in the night,
where you dance in the wind, like a subtle rhyme,
each word of yours, a whisper that shines,
and on the white paper, you turn me into a profile.
If you give me permission, I'll open my window,
I'll let silence be pure music,
and in the sacred shadow of your light so close,
I'll shout to the world: you are my madness.
