Swallow
A swallow landed on my window.
With an early chirp.
To wake me up and take me out of my doubts.
And so, she frequented in the dawn.
Distrustful and fragile but persistent in telling me.
She chirps about the distances she has flown.
She caressed me in her soul.
I\'m glad she stopped by again.
In his little black tailcoat,
Longing for past times.
She tells my patient interlocutor.
Which himself grieves over burdens too high.
On a distant island, a lonely lighthouse