All night long your restlessness
walked the wet streets of Lisbon,
pitter-patter.
A silent moan
woke me at daybreak.
A bird
was singing in the dawn:
something had woken it up too.

All night long your restlessness,
unable to sleep, walked and peered
with eyes closed
inside me.
A sound broke in the ocean's sigh
amidst the rising waves.
Turning over in the sheets' folds,
did you hear the bird too?