A perfect day

 With a cup of coffee in my hand and at the

inception of the sunset in front of me,

I sprouted into a thousand flowers.

Different colors, different dynasties and

a special bouquet with your name.

 

 Freshness and strawberries, I feel at my lips

and we hear music without any music playing.

The colonial sidewalks are clean and the blue

skies promise us an enchanting day.

 

 You arrived with trumpets and volume, with shadows

and delight and my flowers knelt in your presence.

You brought with you sweet air and you divided

my attention ingeniously.  

 

 Beautiful, working and delicate hands

intertwined with mine, watching our future

ith great attention, we hear laughter

and the cries of birds.

-Josejo