20 de Març

I would have liked to be awake that morning when with a green dress among some cornfields he arrived. He was coming whistling, like a child.
His hands were full of birds and he was spreading them up in the sky. Bees surrounded him. He wore a hat of roses and in his bag he carried spring on March 20th. I would have liked to be awake or have left the balconies open and in my sleep sense how..., tiles and branches fill with nests and the dry dew gets wet again in the river and the sharp cry of a partridge. And the gaze of the rabbit and smell the dawn that in his bag brought us spring on March 20th. I would have liked to be awake. Lying on a rock like a lizard belly up in the sun and with a flute, and to have gone out to greet him properly and decorate the doorways with paper flowers as if it were carnival time.
But that morning I slept peacefully, because I didn't know that in his bag he carried spring on March 20th.