Maria

Maria floats in doubt
but naked she doesn't know how to doubt.
Maria after desire
shipwrecks in the fear
of all this evil.

Maria imagines what white
roses settle around her
and there's no mirror that hides
her round figure,
her profession of love.

Maria is Maria,
sea and revelry, lunar cloud.
Maria is Maria,
everything she would do
to kiss her again.

Maria from the palette
of a painter, discreetly woke up again
it's that beauty would be
rescued one day
by freedom.

Maria among the voices
some know her, others only a little.
Maria is a tale waiting
like spring
to come back.