The passing legendary
Look, the renewed rise in its beneficial areas
I often exempt when recommenced night poem
Married these shadows to inamissible dressing
City of lights
When for a morning
We get the grow of the day
Still, poem of ourselves
I am the plots smuggler
I go chant the future of a caress to Time,
according to
In the year of desires
Swoons wind, the rising lights and orients
And this infinite race
I am overwhelmed by the child
Passing usual, I always defies the memory with you Golconda Trismegistus
In this city, in this street,
Sometimes,
As a tender disposition to heart, poet
Circulatory horizons of multidimensional thinking
Finally found the century
Nestled in the number décroisons us space and intimate part of ourselves
As a efflorescent forest and unfolded at a time
Canvas Flower, approval of the rose
In these times where I go
Ours
When I know the fury and silence
I get all these images
That innocent brightens
I know, I distilled a round away seasons
Continuously without turnabout our respects
As one speaks without stop believing importance
When we are silent now, the noise of the city,
The day
In absolute creation where patience is conjug u e slowly with our lives, these hours of endless legacy
This memory ocean
This happiness to exist