Do you know a cobler
who could make shoes for the sky?
Do you have a hammer made of silence
to nail the noise in my thoughts?
Where could i find that umbrella for your eyes
when sadness begins to rain?
what garden could you wet with your teardrops?
and what flowers grow out of them?
Who could take me to the school
where i could learn to be a shepherd to a flock of clouds?
From where shall the downpours come to drench the aridness of my heart?
Who would let me sleep in the bed of her eyelids
while the dimlit lanterns plants the seeds of dream?
What sun did you eat for breakfast to have a smile like that?
What telescopes have you in your eyes when the night sky sneezes shooting stars?
Who beats the drums in your heart for blood corpuscles to bolero down the arteries to the veins?