The target runs smooth
In the paternal habit
Along the way, I absorbed and sublime
One night here and there... It looks
under the immortal bird,
caressing the promises and the months
the tables looks and delicacies...
I know that, with a little
shelter for waiting
what I know.... What it vanishes,
under a cloth of mirrors in the grass
What is an air
strange... With espinosa music
and the fertile Kingdom!... Fertile, fertile...
Fertile... What dreams
granular to awaken,
The story what beats
under the dust
Dorado in memory
crossroads, in the pulp
transparent and lonely
weak cloud inside
and the messages of the future...