"The mystic sea"

there is a solitary flower living among them.

She is blue and fluorescent
like the waters of some mystic seas,

and from it, a drop of dew has fallen
that in turn has become a maiden.

She reads with the tone of a solemn aria in her voice

which through tinkling mischief to the recondite
trappings of the imaginary turned words.

In this world, the trees are also books,
of which cheerful blue birds

they undertake their graceful flights
until they reach their pupils

in which they are lost between those two almond-shaped seas

and brighter in the meantime darker.

She returns to the flower from which she came

when the waters that make up herself feel without shelter

of the deleterious river that crosses and that sometimes grows threatening

to take with you to your home built of books.