1 In the shadow of the tree I am, a boat moves away. My heart cries, he would also want to leave...! Butterflies fly from one
By Luis Ignacio Marín4 years ago in Poets
1 Blowing from the west, a fierce avalanche seems the sound of the wind. The rain is coming to an end. May, traveler, it goes away by the river.
1 New Year rain. Geese fly since the time of the gods. What to do on this cold morning? Have the day the same taste of the night.
1 Heat in the environment. The hoe is hot. I hear the singing, fresh, of the cuckoo. The bells of the place follow the rhythm
1 In the year the stars sleep. In his gaze, the light. In the universe, life. Suddenly, a voice. 2 Orange blossom birds
The night is a flame in which my hope burns; staring at the stars, I wait for the shadows tell me your secrets; in the sky, quiet, a wedding procession.
By Luis Ignacio Marín6 years ago in Poets
