This thunder of forms has redirected me in a savagely abstract way
I interpret the symbols.
They take me to the gateway of delicious love.
The sun burns I dont go to the desert but to an oasis, with young palm trees, satified in her depths.
Nature knows its author.
I penetrate space. the prophesy is in you and me.
The prophesy of the sea that we can sail to the dawn of love.
Its authors were children of the prophesy, so it could live forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem