You, who only write letters in your dreams
Hello mother!
your son now engraves in his heart
letters to send you
he would like to send you a snail
loving the ground passionately
he would like to print burning kisses
everywhere, where your steps take you
he would like to send you a snail
to read your poems on the sand
to gather them in a shell
and send them to the sea
this sea whose azure you share
where she rests
Hello mother!
Have you received the snail?
 
(translated from the French by Doog T. Wood)