To the sound of a jazz
ended the lethargy.
Sweet melody
that to my soul it captivated.
You brought a branch
of wild flowers
that cut your hands
as proof of love.
Summer and winter
today are spring
and your voice of bassoon
anchored in my heart
Under a rain of flowers
of jacarandá, close to the river,
the sparrows will intone
our song of love
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