I continue to see how burn fire

In Sunrise red like a streak,

To see the coveted stones in the River

When foals the morning-and start the game.

By stay color forest

With butterflies hope to swarming,

Around the world the moment it rustle

And force the crepuscular light.

To the edge of the world eon

As I did-so many times,

In racks longing to collect treasures

And each to give him a name.

You can expect me even if it’s too late

And keeps me warm open your arms.

I’ll be back with-n pile of manuscripts

Poems For what I write them … “