I want to be a farmer
tilling seed.
I want to be a star
in fairy solstice.
I want to be a word
in thirsty wine.
I want to be a field
in omen of wheat.
I want to be laughing pampas
in a woman of dreams.
I want to be a road
in light and perpetual love.
I want to be poetry
in a time of fantasies.
I want to be hemispheres
in emotional phenomena.
I want to be remembrance
in the sacred land.
I want to be a woman
kissing sacred prosperity.
