“Hear the waves rise and fall 

–        memento twilight –

the cradle is rocking lonelinesses

cricket-heart forgotten in the grass

small fear – barely startling

–        the  blood falls in the arteries

The shells of snails inhabited by the wind

footsteps on inner stairs –

we resume chats, palavers

boredoms

how cold it is all of a sudden

in the silence!

Listen to the cricket-heart

On stone stairs

–        the amphitheater without a show and an audience –

the beacon sweeps the void

in the tribunes – at sea.”