pesará la calma en la arboleda de mi mirada..
swirl off the Queen laugh .. ..
sadness mailbox arrives incomplete .. no ..
moon is lost in the bush ...
and death stained the grass ungrateful ..
what was forgotten the smell of humiliation
of those days that bend light bars ..
where Mass rumbled
elusive good feelings ..
what became of the aurora we dream
and still come out with spray waiting
full moon evening went on a beach ..
that rolled down the street when we reached goodbye
to leave us only a taste of the past ..