My thoughts, divided into small pieces,
Air soldiers of Hope
Knock on the red door,
Waiting for an answer.

My portrait, set in a frame,
Smiles
On the walls of your intimacy.

How peacefully
My thoughts recognize this young portrait!
As if the Master,
Leaving for long journeys round the world,
Gave the keys of his home
To the dearest one -
To be held in trust.