Broken Idols (poem)

sad,
as the memory of a lack of love,
that insensitive hands put out their star,
remains,
you hear in my heart
the echo

Love:
let's hope
stretches over its waters
your arm of light.

The silence has stretched on the street,
yawns and it's your breath,
I consider myself a poet of the fatherland.

Advertise your arrival
under a blue sky and without end.
the summer has left the motherland dejected,
your body has the aroma
of roots recently moved.
I'm just saying:
I love you

FUENTE