Everything in nature

Everything in nature calls me

And something inside me answers the call

I write with pens that seem to organize me

And I have become hollow about my condition

I draw white birds hoping to amuse me

And they run away from me as if I found a way to harm

And smiling flowers in bright red colors

Snatch even a yellow smile from my lips

The sand falls from my hand and tells me

That the heat has inflamed the hearts of poets

Oh days, tell me about the times of meeting

I renew with my friend the vows of survival

My soul needs that relaxation

So how long, how long will my heart bear these feelings?