Dear black rose

A black rose without the thorns

The man with the thorn in his side

The beginning, the end and the resumption of storms

And they interrupted his request at the seaside

A sun that brightens his mind

The raven who by the light became blind

Is she being honest with lies?

Maybe she's omitting to keep the light from those eyes

She is like an angel personified

He is like the best chayote of the plantation

In the hearts for two months they do the cultivation

They see the time waiting to be justified

If he is the ice, she's the fire that will turn it into the sea

In a cold war they meet again to burn everything

Like a chocolate that heals an allergy and releases the wings

Oliver Yeager

7th July 2018