He came from far away to the valley
bought a white house by the river
at the foot of the mountains
Dew covers and peresozas
the violets slept
on the banks of yellow poplars
He planted in that corner a willow and a cypress
and in a cool shade an abellano
in the ribazos, lilies and asucenas
and in the patio orange trees
He dressed the balconies with a thousand geraniums
and at the door a rosebush of white roses
and his Sunday outfit
and sat down to wait for her
I THOUGHT THAT AT ANY TIME SHE WOULD ARRIVE
I CONSULTATIONED ITS CLOCK AND I SMILE
IT WAS SLIMLY DELETING HIM ONLY ON THE PATH
AND HE DREAMED THINKING ABOUT IT WITH THE FIRE.
He spent the summer and the summer
the rains of autumn and winter
the snow in the mountains
entered timidly and without permission
the sun through the windows
good grass grew on the road
the willow and the cypress tree were still in the corner
and in that cool shade an abellano
in the ribazos, lilies and lilies
and in the patio orange trees
Aroma of jeranio on the balconies
and at the door the rosebush of new roses
he returned to dress his Sunday suit
in every spring
Only among all we can make this a better place :)