In the blue harbor of your
Blow rains of melodious lights,
Dizzy suns and
Painting their voyage to endlessness.
In the blue harbor of your
Is an open sea window,
And birds appear in the
Searching for islands still unborn.
In the blue harbor of your
Snow falls in July.
Ships laden with
Spill over the sea and are not drowned.
In the blue harbor of your eyesI run on the scattered rocks like a
Breathing the fragrance of the
And return an exhausted bird.
In the blue harbor of your
Stones sing in the night.
Who has hidden a thousand
In the closed book of your eyes?
If only, if only I were a sailor,
If only somebody'd give me a boat,
I would furl my sails each
In the blue harbor of your eyes.
