At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...
In my town - not a city like Rio Verde,
The Circus arrived with January's festival...
I've always wonder - it has always been
a part of me, wondering that is. About...
Mis poemas se transforman en suenos, suenos...
----------- Translation...
Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...
No one ever felt this close...
I'll always be a shore...
Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
I miss you like petals misses the stem.
Without you, I have no roots, no place to bloom...
I saw the crescent moon
like an orphan child in winter...
I
Retrieve the metal...
Sometimes,
life closes on people...
Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...