You are shipwrecked even on dry land
being rudderless and a fragile navigator
the right words do not seem to return
they do not reach you, they do not see you.

When love escapes
and catches you without understanding why
remember the thousand forgotten details
before the care of a beautiful flower.

If the rain wets your path
and you feel that it is time for a shelter
perhaps the reading of this moment
forgot the spaces and the suspended points.

The cries come closer and move away
and you are mute before their sudden tempest
I think you have that feeling hidden
between coming and going, between laughter and sorrow.

Such a situation and its anguish
greet the night of your oblivion
they attack you madly and they corner you
cling to the light, cling to the breeze.

And with the swing of a Jamaican music
I sense that you can wave the flag of return
that return of effort, achievement and smiles
that awakening of living again believing in love.

The importance of what we say
yields to the weight of how we say it
and knowing how to listen to what is appropriate and just
will lift your gaze to the lost horizon.