My verses

Out in the fields, the flowerbeds,

For the mountains cradling the morning

Out of my crimson dreams of pagan

While the birds land on my shoulders ...

In vain I buried among rubble

Of cathedrals of a vain sculpture !

Look me, dizzy blonde sun of wonders,

the clouds, crying, call me sister!

Echoes of distant waves ... universes ..

Echoes of a World ... In a distance,

From where I brought the magic of my verses!

It's me! it's me! The one that in anxious hands

Held from life, as well as anyone,

The wicked thorns without touching the roses!