THE STORM
Love’s storm,
with its hurricane winds,
flattens me against
the tree of life.
I am transformed from man
to insect.
I am a simple ant
with a sugarcane body.
Oh, God,
Where am I going?
You know
how much I love the sun.
On this dark night,
I feel my way along
with tears in my eyes,
with a knot in my throat.
My heart is worried,
my soul tortured
by bad memories
of an impossible love.
Oh, God, I am afraid of drowning and
ending up where the roots branch off
on humid and interminable roads
where eternal darkness rules.
Guide me, my Lord.
I want to go to the green kingdom of hope,
where the air, the light and the sun
live together with the trilling of the birds.
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