Not that the world is good: it does not exist.
There is nothing around:
only your dream.
Nothing is more law than your abandonment,
your soft recantation,
Sweet apostasy you absent.
We have not established the world never changes.
But this picture is new
-father and daughter-,
because only love is different,
without ceasing to be the same.
The wide world, no matter,
gravitates around you: you have magnetized,
and live blameless toward your compass.
What innúmero surrender your single unit.
Flower sleeping naked in my words,
poppy disappointments,
pristine pale poppy.
Author of the poem: Carlos Marzal