Poem Nº 1.
The creation thought of all things
But certainly not everything,
Your presence began to shine bright
Your soul to bring powerful light.
The honesty of your magic words
No need in being as keen on me
As I’ve never dwelled upon myself
To be part of your binnacle.
Trees have dreamed of days were the moonlight will warm them up
The mournful leaves falling in Autumn have been far behind
The stars will start to star, acknowledgedly by your heart
And the sun will brighten up the foreseen darkness light
Behold the uncanny misery
Of the heartbroken ones and all
Of those whom soldiers of war fought
Destroying destiny tamely.