ON SOME DAYS it appears

like happiness, the shadow

that wanders through the room

above unfinished matters. Outside

the dress pattern of the trees

is full of a sense of possibilities.

We've been eating blueberries

from overgrown graves,

and no-one knows how much

time lapse is contained in one word.

The light synchronizes us with the whistle

of dolphins which can see hidden things.

I can see a flock of birds flying

from your skin and imagine

a rationalist wearing a sombrero.

Translated by Richard Martin