The day was very young,
The atmosphere changed;
With the loud horns of cars!
And like a small village with big trees.
Houses! !
Horses;
With the thoughts,
Trees!
Exchanging thoughts;
Near my place,
In this plain with my typical lifestyle;
But, for somne reason,
I have to meet you.
Image, imagine!
Pushing buttoms of the remote control;
Preparing myself,
With eyes that are brown! !
With a skin that is fair,
Slowly;
But, the day was very young.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem