Image
With its bright colours
The beautiful afternoon is lost
In the song I'm garnished
A sky with its primors
A verse full of love
For that divine sky
That appears diamantine
Embellishing the planet
While my flirtatious muse
Draws a crystalline sea...
With a magical golden brooch
I wanted to end the month
For I'm not afraid of the other way round
When I implore fate
My letters won't be worth gold
But it amuses many
May I have the luck
And this heartfelt poem
Will become that gem
Beautiful and resplendent...