Azimut (en inglés)

Azimut
I am the angel of the house
dusting, darning socks, cooking.
The sweet butterflies seek
the most beautiful flowers and love them.
You look up, if you will,
when you get back.
I read the newspaper
of a special date
here is the time
I had waited for so much.

They are the devil's house I
of a star canceled the Azimut
the pressure drops me, that it will be,
perhaps the autumn wind that is already here.
Esco just a moment.
A leaf touches my cheek
I ignore it, it happens,
I try a shadow, which is not; but
in looking back I understand what it is:
my house is not there.