Laura de Jesus

Son

You are a fruit without a name

Generated and loved by design

longed-for birth,

Brilliant mystery on a dark planet,

lover of the dream,

of the poet, of the snowman,

dazzled invisible cord,

Delirium of fresh waters

Always in search of sea breezes

and flower gardens

Shadow and cold dampener

Dreamer of the night, of the moon,

Of the concrete and the heart

Thou shalt avenge imbued with music,

trauted in your mother's mouth,

cradled in paternal lap,

Edified Song

Owls