Quatrain
The only woman
Mourns her love
She sees around her
His life is still dancing
I often suggest around me piling
convolution of trips focused on oneself
dict his love, his song of the soul as the
life of repeated ravanellas night so fragile summer
India when the season bends in the shade
the seasons, the new dating greatness
returned to the scene of my southern systemic
when currents carry the driver to his fate