WHERE ARE YOU?
Ariadne, Ariadne, Ariadne,
Where are you?
My voice does not reach you,
and it is not easy to find you.
I saw your face in every woman,
without realizing that you were not there.
I am the one who dreams of freedom,
Captain of an illusionary sailboat.
I am like those
who continue to love you,
under the sky and on the sea,
forever and beyond time.
I am a poet, bohemian, embosser,
cook, painter and dreamer,
looking for your real love.
Food, wine and love are enough to make me happy
as I observe how the snow falls
or how the autumn leaves fall.
I am a wanderer and I live in peace.
I don’t need much.
I entertain myself
writing poems for you,
dreaming of your love.
I am a wanderer and I live in peace.
Translation by:
Monique James & Belkis Possamai