It would have been expected
that he would think about the syntax of the poem, but then he would have lost
the amber or green color, perhaps emerald,
of the beautiful toad that the rain drew
on the land portion of the patio.
Have you ever noticed that the toads
They appear and disappear without one
do you realize? They are the living presence of the
storm, of lightning, of the luminous artery of the
water. Nobody really knows where
they live, what they look for, what the toads think,
They are perhaps the disguise of a god
tired of the summits and sad prayer
of the poor. So how to think about
grammar, if when you draw the curtain it is
there, majestic, crouching, lilac or turquoise,
green, yellow, fell from time to
the hours of this house, will leave without
say goodbye, maybe it's also
the visit of those who have loved us.