Calm Skies

The saddened winds of March tell me

That there is a reason to look up at the Sky

It seems that he is very talkative today

For all the trees are offering him quiet ovations

The Sun has pierced him with his golden blades

And it seems that in the middle of that eternity

He decided to offer her a dream

Of feathery sweetness and white delicacy

She, the Nurture Lady, is observing loudly

Her bosky dress moves when she dances with him

She adorns him with collars made of birds

And he offers her flowery reconciliation

They both dance at the rhythm of the Sun and Wind

Performing flamingo moves of whirlwinds and dust

Tapping castanets when the woodpecker works by the electric pole

It all seems that these lovers are having a fiesta

Then it all suddenly stops.

As if this had never happened the bird collars and the whirlwinds

Are all gone, and he goes back to his antique job

He is a humble shepherd.

His little sheep are all gone now

It all seems that he just came to kiss her goodbye

But he told me something

He whispered that that he was going to come by tomorrow

His sheep like this land of fiery sand and crispy grass

He likes to be observed by the poet

For he is the only one capable of giving him a mouth

But She, she is the only one he has not been able to

Hypnotize with those fluffy sheep, she remains still.