There are days
where you see the sun rise
and the clouds chase each other in the wind

There are days
where you hear the sound of the mountains
and melodies of colorful meadows.

In a few days
your breaths surges across
on the sea waves
and seagulls dance their freedom

On other days
you hear laughing the night that makes the court to the moon
and the reflection of your thoughts
illuminates the oblivion of your absence

There are days
where caress your hair
with the harmony of a placid stream
and your smile of butterfly flies light

There are days
in which the movements of your hands
move the leaves and ears of the fields
and make the air, precious canvas painting

There are days
where the paradise of your eyes
reach any depth of my being
like limph that inebriates and care

There are days
in which every part of me
gently surrenders
to the your intense love
that surrounds and feeds me