Roses*
Searched pure seed Of love at to meet you Sprang green* roses Roses of your regard
Saw the night lower Above your dark hair Turning his a to know In the night what I search
Like be with you Like of the your perfume How an distant place Where the peace it resume
How the soft rain What falls above the wallflower Cry by to want you And sleep thinking in you
*devoted JFernandes “Arte Condesa” **roses : originally ‘tu’ = ‘you’ Book “Retratos” – page 33