Ah! Flower of my desire,
Every night I weave a cloak star
While the world dreams.
The thirst and hunger make me
Seek new places.
My place is nowhere.
I have seen rosebuds in the garden, but
Not everyone will have the courage to open up.
I opened it, all!
I felt in the flesh the sun, rain:
I magnetized the subjectivity.
I held hands with the wind and
I rode as fast as I could.
From the top all the mountains are blue.
The sun will shine, always, and
The land will radiate liqueurs
Independent of you and me.
Do not want to be more than air
Briefly visiting your lungs and
Therefore, migrates to blood.
My heart is restless
Waiting for the right time to become
Some other things
Full of life.