At Heart

My life might be a string of mistakes

but what I feel for you

is a luxury

I’ve never been in want of

I don’t come up to you

like a crumpled sheet of paper brought by the wind —

I come up to you

to drink the dew on the nightingale’s wings

I’m a poet in want of words

I’m a poet in want of a writing table

I’m a poet at heart

coming up to you I get closer to myself

one day

you’ll see the trace

of my flight in the sky —

I’m the one who protects you against too many words

English version by Gabriela PACHIA