Do we understand the meaning of hours ?
Wise divinities dancing in the chaos of time,
discreet vestales around the craddle ,
crowning the triumphant athlete ,
silent at the bedside of agony ...
They engrave the letters of suffering
and ephemeral promises of happiness...
They give, melancholy in soul , the rainy blues
always late for the procession of unfaithful loves...
Hours that gather the gold of seasons
on the wrinkles of the harvest ...
They fade into the dreams
the morning alms ,demanding !
Adorned with seduction in expectations,
zephyr of illusions ,the children ...
Do we hear the message of hours ?