Restaurant With Tall Paper Hats

You can not say that love fulfills us
as a time when deep in your chest
vanish saw an open window and
t'abissavi to narrow stairs, to the summit,
where nobody dared to look down .
Only you stuck your feet just enough to shake
to see you, and it was just enough
that everyone loved, then you already
that each of us was missing.
Maybe we took too much light, or absent;
packed in frames, forced:
that freedom has finally end and time limit,
are other joys, are still together
the good days, others are these
with a new purity, other loves
of another beauty.