The flower of my thought
will blossom,
sometime,
when the sadness has gone away
and this is how
I will remember you,
my sweet dove,
without the pain
that I felt upon losing you
and upon not touching
your alive, gray and iridescent feather
so warm,
little dove that came to me hurt
and that left alive in me
the trace of your innocence
and of your calm gaze,
tiny heart that already beat in my soul,
great affection that you sowed in me,
little friend that followed my steps
looking for the comfort of my company,
love that grew day by day
and that joined both of us together,
divine gift that I no longer have,
memory that I am covering
with your timid and simple image,
courageous messenger that finally flew again
taking with it my smile and my dreams.