sunny path
through a forest of dreams,
under furtive shadows
where its leaves cry.

And in my dream your steps walked.
They brushed a path of light,
of the heart the dawn.

walk and walk
on the prow of the breeze,
riding on their kisses
of laughter and of flower...

between a branch
of your assiduous light
a verse of love
appeared.

Poured was your voice
in the green whispers of her.
Where a thought played
on the infinite slide of time...
where longing threw
immune
its autumn leaves.

The heart is still green
of dull hopes...
and they were his wings
a fresh seagull
in front of the sails of the wind.

I return to your path
in my words and verses,
In my thoughts that stir nostalgia.
Reminiscences and sweetness in my mouth...
And in my chest you circle
in the fragrance of freesias,
those that cover
to the holy fields
there where I go.