Unpretentious Dreams
How hard it is not to say too much,
How hard to love more,
To say simple things,
Live like a river slowly eroding the stone,
Watch from the shore the distant dot,
Imagine places bathing in its light,
To see, not colors, not shapes, not the sea
But the simple life glistening
And hovering like a bird
Full of unpretentious dreams
Satisfied only with the ability to fly.