The touch of the hot water

every morning

brings you back in my skin

to remind to me

that you are always with me


Come now my hand

the good one

the one that flies like a bird

and dances in words


Put in the poem

the colors of the sky

that the morning

secret caves of the sea have

in lonely coasts


Either if it rains

or it is sunshine

stays naked

the Aphrodite in marble.