On the Moon

If it seems to you I’m far away

it’s because I came

here on the Moon,

just to rest a little.

Not among deserts and craters

of a cold satellite,

inhospitable,

you’ll have to look out for me.

I mean the Moon, up there in the night,

in the dark cloth sky.

If  you look better, you see, 

it is a concave luminous roof,

a suspended hammock.

I am here now,

and I rest.

Let me sleep,

wake me up in a while.

I’ll be asleep some minutes more

up here watching

things from far away.

Then spread the arms, I beg you,

hold my the hands,

let me come down slowly

May 3, 2004