Out the world
is a confused stain,
caress of our time.
Noises are made intense
among the shores of our life.
Of red ruby drop
is your love,
it spreads him to corolla,
eternal bloom
that will not can fade.
Slow,
as gusts of wind
it planes on the Life
and in the reverberation of us
it draws arabesque on the skin
of scarlet emotions
It needs
to live the silence,
the time leaves memoirs
sailing among the instants,
while the footsteps
turn them
into expected horizons,
traces in the sky,
moments of dream.