Fertile moon
that embraces my land
my naked pitchers
of your pure water.
Hopes of my dreams
warmth of the morning
horizon of sighs
clamour of my lips.
Love you are beautiful
like the clouds
that paint my sky
and come down to drink your stream...
You made me a bard
of the morning that sings
your verb trills
to the coppery sunsets
your hair plays with me
and I kiss.
