I thought love was a colorful bird
they said no love was a closed gate
as they were many I believed them
but not entirely
and I was right because there I was one day gone after love
and there is no gate here only a cradle we stop near it and cry
as our mothers taught us when we were little
until when from out of the blue the angel falls down grabs as by the armpits
through its pierced palms we can see the earth
but we go on crying
through its pierced palms we see the sky
but we go on crying
for we are helpless
to the ground and the sky
He says few words
he only lifts and puts us in the cradle
He starts to rock the cradle
back and forth back and forth
as our fathers taught us when we were little
then at his command wings grow on us and to the left or to the right a person in love
whose wings seal with ours
from now on the Angel says you two walk together
the cradle vanishes the Angel walks in front preoccupied with some tasks
and we are left in pairs
somewhere between sky and earth
nicely dressed surrounded by all kinds of friends
astonished happy and perpetual
just like a colorful bird