POETS

I'm lost in those green dreams

Of being born and did not know who I am,

I walk a little blind girl groping walls

And I do not even know who blinded me!

I see nothing, everything is dead and vague ...

And my soul blind, abandonment

Reminds me of a water lily from a lake

Extending the white wings of the dream ...

Having within the soul, the light of the world

And I see nothing in this bottomless sea,

Poets my brothers, sad fate! ...

And others, they call us the Illuminati!

Poor blind blameless, sinless,

We suffer for the others until death!