RETURN

Listening to the soft song of the birds and the throbbing of my heart, I remembered that for so long I stopped writing the sweet poetry that springs from the soul, from the pure and beloved soul and I understood that this is something I should not stop doing ; To express on paper the most intimate feelings of the heart and to express the beautiful language that only he can express.

I have just found you, tender and sweet inspiration; And now you take me to the depths of the language of love. And what will I do now ?, then decipher, understand and love you.

You shook my abodes with force, as if to warn you that you were coming and when I reached my doors I could not contain them closed and you entered, then you adorned my interior with phrases of love and put pictures of joy. I knew the creator formed you and sent you to sow the seed of love and you have sowed, your prudence and tenderness that are your care, are giving growth and fencing with fencing.

And so you are preparing the sweet fruit of your work and by harvesting it after the appointed time you will understand that nothing you have done has been in vain.