I accuse the birds of paradise,
Flowers of the tropic isles,
Whose lazy beauty pays no price,
Whose circumstances need no wiles,

Creatures of the fascinated sky,
Inheritors of enchanted reefs,
I accuse you of the ease to fly
Away from all our human griefs,

Of the audacity to dare
The disreputable hidden beach,
Of the courage not to care
If the point is out of reach,

Of being too enlightened to demand
Anything of destiny but sand,
Or anything of the dazzling sea
But emptiness and wind.

December 14th, 2012