Poet

Like Beija Flor, I stay on a branch of the time admiring clever poets and beautiful flowers in the unknown field. Near the river some girls sit keeping their legs in the water, troubling the courses of time. Sun is shining in your poem like in a mirror, while wind is playing with my thoughts, so I have to fly away above the flowers in high mood. A rare flower, this poet. Indeed, a rare soul flowering in the same field with scent of hope.