LITTLE STONES AT MY WINDOW&TACTICS-

Once in a while

joy throws little stones at my window

it wants to let me know that it’s waiting for me

but today I’m calm

I’d almost say even-tempered

I’m going to keep anxiety locked up

and then lie flat on my back

which is an elegant and comfortable position for receiving and believing news

who knows where I’ll be next

or when my story will be taken into account

who knows what advice I still might come up with and what easy way out I’ll take not to follow it

don’t worry, I won’t gamble with an eviction

I won’t tattoo remembering with forgetting

there are many things left to say and suppress

and many grapes left to fill our mouths

don’t worry, I’m convinced

joy doesn’t need to throw any more little stones

I’m coming I’m coming.

My tactic is to look at you
To learn the way you are
To love you the way you are

My tactic is to speak to you
And listen to you
To build with words
An indestructible bridge

My tactic is
To remain in your memory
I don't know how or
With what pretext
But to remain in you

My tactic is to be frank
And to know that you are frank
And that we don't sell each other
Pretenses
So between us
There is no curtain
Or abyss

My strategy is instead
More profound and more simple
My strategy is
Than any day
I don't know how or
With what pretext
At last you will need me