Little souls, great fortunes.
Containers of blood, bodies if soul.
Souls filled, hands cut back tired
looks clean, empty pockets.
Great travelers do not carry baggage
or put makeup.
They do not sell anything, but that give joy.
What a great world .. now did you round
to turn back.
And I can not live without your colors,
and your smell.
And now I look for your fog
at the bottom of my valleys.
The flowers are for the spring.
The towels for the summer.
The leaves in the fall.
And the fire for the winter.
Some people call it melancholy,
and for me is elegance.
Rays of light
converted into soft drapes.
And the rain
is not an advertisement for Coca-Cola.
That's why I love you so.
