Departure in dream

Goodbye guys,

young ideas I kiss you

one at a time.

I’m leaving,

I leave this hotel,

happy island

in the outskirts’

desert stubbles,

no-man’s-land.

I gather here the baggage,

too many,

carrying away mine and those

of someone who by distraction

has left to me.

Something I’ll have to leave here,

something perhaps

I must have the courage to throw away

in order to move on

lightly enough.

Goodness knows if it’ll be long

the journey

and where I’ll go.

It’s the baggage that concerns me

and the certainty that I’ll miss you.

I go boys, I go,

I kiss you individually,

of everyone of you

I take something with me

and the suitcases’ weight

already seems off my mind.

March 27, 2005