Perhaps, being alone at night in your room

Perhaps, being alone at night in your room,
You will hear that somebody is calling you, without you knowing who it is.
And you will learn then. that there are things like the wind
Which they certainly exist. but cannot be seen.
And also it is possible that in a afternoon of weariness,
As a furrow blooms. appears again as eagerness to you,
And you will learn then. that there are things like the river
That are always going away. but never leave.
Or when crossing a street. Your heart smiling,
Will remember a pain that you did not have yesterday.
And you will learn then. that there are things like the dreams,
Things that cannot be. but that they can be.
No matter how hard you prefer to ignore these things,
You will know because you will sigh listening to a song,
And you will learn then. That there are things like roses,
Things that are beautiful. Without knowing they can be.
And one afternoon, you will feel that you have gone away,
And an ash blowing will dry your garden
And you will learn then. That the time and the forgetfulness,
Are the only things that never have aim.