I remember you
one cold morning
and still as marble
with your eyes looking for me.

A green kennel
your face on the threshold
looking at me

and me looking at you.

Dark your house
from which you don’t come out
legs have never been the right way to travel.

I run my finger over the sulcus between your eyes,
sitting in front of you |
| I would like to lose myself in the  white stain  of your chest.

Stay a little longer
on the floor of the courtyard
trying to share
your own view.

To caress you and get to know
the muscles of your forehead a little better
to understand what you’re thinking.

Stay (here|there)
for as long as it takes
not to let you be alone
not to make me be alone.

Your cry is a pool of water in the earth
when you try to get out of your wooden bed

but I would like to take you to any corner of this garden
to make you curious again about something

that no longer intrigues me.

I bring water to your mouth
to the darkest and most frightening corner
of a cave made of memories
and distant echoes.

To hear you bark again
to wake me up from this sleep
and confine your entire gaze
in the silence of your tail still wagging.

Without losing the cord that connects us