Give only Love

Tonight, as every night that starts alone
the movable in me opens its eyes – 
how many times it’s been that you’ve said to me, “nothing happens accidentally”
not even accidents,
for how many times you bring me home
in that place of being
where in its walls is written: “give only love…”

As every night that starts alone
tonight, gladly
accidentally,
I’m returning home…
(As for you I know,
instead of greetings you’d say to me:
- …give only love.
Only you greet me so informally.)