Mariko-san

Wherever I go, I find a note
from Mariko-San.
Wherever I look, I discover a message,
a wink of an eye.
I walk in a drawer, open a book
check a pocket, lift a tablecloth.
Wherever I go, I find a note
from Mariko-San.

Summer arrived since yesterday
it didn't want to wait.
It puts wood in its seven-month oven
and suffocates.
Summer despite the things
that must be done despite summer.
Summer arrived since yesterday
it didn't want to wait.

Today I should count to a hundred
and then dream.
Today I should return from the ocean
and be welcomed.
Today I should walk without shoes,
suddenly marry without knowing who.
Today I should count to a hundred.

Today I should count to a hundred.
Today I should count to a hundred.
and then dream.