Think about me, little woman
As in the remains of fire
Keep me in something that looks like a pool of carps
The gate of yesterday is so tough
Just like closing the eye of the sun during glaciation
When it gets dark and my sight just can cry
The collection of flowers that no one has appointed is pending
On the hill that never changes its color
I\'ve seen you running towards dense early top mango trees
And you still have those sunflowers that live in your cheeks
Little woman, my heartbeat is like a drop, rusting sad vessels
Bees come back for the same reasons
Have you seen them, slowly touching chamomile petals
When twilight is more distant and so you know
I love you, as a carousel, your heart