Among the gray of the existence
These cold days, in every sense,
bring me a memory or an image
in the middle of uncertain days
and frustrated occasions,
A centenar cherry-tree, that was raising
In the garden of my grandparents.
It was winding everything!
His rough branches of decades and decades
spreading omnipresent.
Supremacy of the space
I was inhaling this smell of marvel
while let me cuddle
in the long black skirt of a woman
who, like Scheherazade brought me every night
prodigious stories.
And I see the whites flowers
The crystals petals
The spot scarlet and sensual
that was penetrating in the fiber.
And I wish to be change into an instant
in this way ,as a feverish hedonist,
Take advantage of my Life.