ON THE PIER HIGH THE WIND BLOWS
On the pier high the wind blows. The eyes
have a calm spectacle of light.
A bended sail goes, and in silence
a man steers it almost horizontal.
In the silence a beret blowes away
from the head of a boy, and touches the sea
like a balloon the sky.
Flame remains inside the cold spectacle of light
his ruffled hair.
