When the ily is mirrored in the sky,
the sunset will scatter rubies and topaz
in the arms of the clouds:
rose petals,
they will cling,dancing,
in the segment of the sky.
In the solemn silence that precedes the night,
to a breath of wind,
candid paragliders,
to which new lives
will stand
a farewell of wind
will sing to a dandelion
