Gypsies

 

This morning you were a fume crawling out of the road

accompanied by singing birds, Lover. By a breeze.

I inhaled you like the fragrance of tomatoes.

Your absence has color and shape –

it looks like a tiger made of leafs

that roars with every breath of air.

Now I know that you are the reason why, waiting for you,

I have always loved Gypsies. They are always passing by.

This morning you were the first ray of Sun, Lover.

Accompanied by singing birds. By a breeze.

I smiled to you like I would to a first love.

Now I know that you are the reason why, waiting for you,

I have always loved Gypsies.