For Fanny Obadia

Fruits abound in her garden and on her body

Opposite an ocean and memories aroused

Rested for four decades, they again embody

Fanny smiling and laughing but with something housed

A time before social networks, AI and Wokes

Negating everything logical and sublime

Nothing was more important than love, except oaks

Yearning to be loved, no matter the secure rhyme

O Zeus! Part of me will always love your Daughter

But the other part still looks for reality

Always tainted, never perfect, like pure water

Draining whatever was able to remain free

Is the Sun going to explode soon, before noon

After Fanny willed to give her tongue to the Moon