The bulls of Geryon became
Under seven vigilant stars.
Nine pilgrims continued
searching for a forgotten treasure.
They were without seeing an old tired
Already surprised of their ancient craft
A giant sinner.
A girl, in her hand brings a flower,
you are facing.
This man is not old
It is eternal!
Ratchets the chamois and oozes with the wild boar
Disturb and sing the birds
Flowers the Alelí
Full of love to the step of
the servant of Our Lord.
A new poem from my book Secret edge of fireflies.