summer ! The sun burns
like an eternal bonfire
the perpetuity of time,
the birds pass burning
his wings, among the clouds
scarlets, tomorrow they will renew
their flights with wings of ashes
and songs with embers in their
throats.
It's summer ! The heat melts
on the bare skin of a beach.
Through the windows, enters a
wind current, like a river
invisible, that slips between
the green branches that still
they survive.
In the kitchen, it smells like chicken,
fresh green vegetables and puree
of dads with sweet cream.
After lunch, a coffee
draw smoking figures,
like a genius out of a
Wonderful lamp.
We talk under the shadows
of flowering fruit trees
summery
Invisible hands touch
the keyboard of a piano to a
listening distance
in the soul.
It's summer ! A wave of hands
He signals to us from the lake,
to sink us into its waters.
On the horizon the sun sinks
to rise upon the east,
a city lost in codes
secrets of memory.