WHO ARE YOU?

I am yours, for You I was born:
what do you order to do of me?
I answer:
You are like a desire which nobody knows
I know that you are a fire of fever
that devours the ground that waits for me.

To know who you are
I would like getting in yourthoughts
to draw a map of the new promise earth
where I live now feeling strange and uncertain.

Will you be? the time that lives in my mountain
that in the daytime you ascend
and at night you descend dressed in light
you weave the blanket of dreams
that it covers the clothes of the day.

Only the time will know it:
Who are you? Will you be?
whom I take to the air as a lover
that sleeps with my fire
who lives in these words
and you accompany me
with your face in my way.