SIEMPRE A PRIMAVERA...

Always Spring...

I painted a rose
to your wall silent.
The day gives its light
the night, his instinct.
When she cries,
her tears are red thorns
and its petals are stirred
blue of sadness.
But when he laughs, is yellow
as the sun immense
who steals secretly,
the golden sheen of your hair.

This rose that never fades,
always smells like spring.