Cielo Superticioso Poems

While picking up shattered glasses...
There's a need to grapple with.
Picking them seems pointless.
Since a call of confrontation is compelled to.
...

What's behind that door?
Why is it closed?
Do I have to go and check?
Or leave it and not bother.
...

I'll be in the sun,
The wind and in the rain.

I'll be in the air
...

Green meadows
Wind blows
Leaves scatter
Flowers flitter
...