عَبّاد الشَمْس

The one who draws bliss in my smile

rests in bed next to yellow ray florets.

I dance for him to start the day slowly,

moving like a plant, following the sun.

His rounded iris is a brown disk of florets,

where life seeds reside and our spirits lies.

Together we are just like those sunflowers,

a flower that is not a flower but a thousand.

We trace all our dreams on each other's hands,

my finger paints on your nose this joyful lands.

9th of November 2018, Bologna