Like a single tree with old branches , I am left alone in the heart of the desert, my knees are round, my shirt is fresh, my body is fresh, I need to arrive , the sunset of my season is the beginning of leaving, the dawn of the cold season is the season for me, my head is broken, my wounded groove in the restless soil is always with me, night and day, my gaze is all towards the sky until
a bird comes to read the poem of the rains, the
spring of the hand I am the refuge of lovers on the path of the tired, I am a canopy of my fate in the hands of the wind, it is broken in my chest, the cry of the sunset of my season is the beginning of leaving, the dawn of the cold season of the season breaks my head, my wounded groove in the restless soil is always with me, night and day, my gaze is all towards the sky until
