Forlì

Now and again you reappear
seated at your bar
in front of the station.
As before you don't have
important things to tell me
again and only that greeting.
But now I have learned
from what eternity it came
and why my heart jumped,
you were the first to point out to me
in the horizon the flight and natural
union of sky and earth.
You didn't possess my millions
of words, but you knew how to give me
that sign, not even smiling,
by which blood recognises
its far-off paradise.