Sonnet To Myself Poem by Alexandro Johns

I live wide awake with an eye
That like a periscope it travels stealthily
The stele of the waters of past
And it makes me see again the ships that I lost.

All men are diluted while they sprout
As an absurd tree that grows down,
The love of rain hardly touches it
The language of wind rarely speaks to him.

Today I must smile at my reflex in the water
Narcissus already is dead and the gods absent,
The sand of the days isn't a weight for me.

The strength of life makes me obey my insectarium.
As well as the volcanoes and the deluges I am governed
By the same law that our sun will be honored.