Winter is over

Winter has passed and sorrows have left my soul

So be my beloved the best one who taught me balance

For you are closer to me than any human being

So be with me and you will find care and support

And do not be like someone who surrendered himself and was a traitor

And I did not pay him the slightest attention

For my heart no longer belongs to anyone with me

My soul has decided again to return to safety

As it was in an era when basil appeared to us

And the artist drew nature with the most beautiful pens and dyed it with colors

And made me dedicate my enthusiasm to a heart full of the fragrance of the flower of oblivion

Every day that passes is as if it crosses with my soul to a sea that dazzled me with temptation

Until my sick heart became the poet himself in disobedience

In my morning I did not join the news and turn it into sorrows

In it I used to draw strength until I woke up and did not find an address for my joy

I searched for shores that I sailed on a year ago and its anchor sank

I hoped to find safety but in vain, for the modern era has driven me crazy. My heart did not find a place for oblivion, so it remained at the doors of my chest Humiliated