And if you spent
You opened all the ones I gave you,
Don't be afraid of loneliness and rain.
The winters you left me
I will decorate with cyclamen and sun,
to give a gift for your celebration
of the heart a bouquet of life
The footsteps of the sea
The footsteps of the sea
they reach your window
to hear the drops of salt water
when dreams are nailed to the glass...
And you,
You create shipwrecks with your mind.
for all those trips
that you never dared to do
Naked seasons
A yellow meadow waves in my soul.
But as the seasons rust,
and the heart remains bare of leaves,
I paint in my eyes.
mother's red geraniums
and the father's cherry blossoms.
I will always plant gardens of memories,
because it's as if the clouds are crying
A fragrance rises from the soil.
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