Cycles

1

In the year

the stars sleep.

In his gaze,

the light.

In the universe,

life.

Suddenly,

a voice.

2

Orange blossom birds

the skies sail.

The moon shines

on the sleeping lake.

May night.

Furtive shadows of the pines

of spring.

3

It helps me a lot

feel the perfume

from the flowers.

The grass trembles.

They kiss

the lily and the rain.

I don´t have an umbrella

of spring.

I open the tent

and rest of the trip.

4

Birds fly, disembodied,

over the dense bouquets

of chrysanthemums.

Squall

goes flying.

The days,

some, they pass fast;

others, they do not move.

In the garden, in the dark,

nobody sees my tears.

5

The fireflies come back.

Colorful fish

tint my eyes

The nightingale dismisses

to spring.