I look for a man with a smile in the heart,
who likes to kindle the tender thought
to make friends with another,
the me, he knows of not,
and never is willing to
Ivan, the poet

there, in the place that owns you,
where you owe your attention,
I come to ask you to be
Ivan, the poet*

*here, in the night hour,
I do need the thread
to connect with you,
a man, who poets
Ivan *