Man makes boats
With dreams with papers
With nights with silences with murmuring sighs:
And throws his life on the boat as a sail –
He makes boats of many colours
Leaves them to float
On the waves of darkness and disappears –
They move carrying loads of his sighs
Crossing turbulent waves reach
Sometime somewhere in the future,
Where the shores of dawn tear open the horizon
And in those shores he mingles his body with earth
Again on some shores he meets them
Then the sails join the winds and whistle -