poetic fragments
The past year and who will return
I'm going deep circles
When the seasons say day, ages, times
Where occur our childhood years …
The Summer Games
I still look at the sea in his jigsaw puzzles
Imitating the pleasures of childhood whims
When the clear dawn of the poet says the days of everywhere
At its waters mingled lights
To summer
See the clear sky
Haloed winds
And when stars
The hour strikes in the air