In the slow landscape which expands unceasingly
the weeds and the fruit mature during the summer
nature, the princess beautifully
of liberty is the lark spear
In hidden gardens, where never is revealed
the past of shadows, self-effacers
water in their sails have swarmed
those of mercury and silver
Dawn at the time that is most right
ceases asthma and insomnia
crabs race across the moon to night
when near the stars tremble, flicker
The sea is but a green opal
distant sailor in somnia
calms fibromyalgia
and has dreams of espial
