Love is urgent.
It is urgent a boat in the sea.

It is urgent to destroy certain words,
hatred, loneliness and cruelty,
some sorrows,
many swords.

It is urgent to make up joy,
to multiply the kisses, the cornfields,
it is urgent to discover roses and rivers
and bright mornings.

The silence falls on the shoulders and the impure
light, until it hurts.
Love is urgent,
it is urgent to stay.