Poem: Abandoned by Destiny
When the sun is obscured,
and the flowers becomes inert.
When the day is complete
I am ungrateful and
I prefer to accompany death.
But I take refuge in thee,
and in your memories I lit,
and for me the day is pleasantly
fertile all going my way.
But my morning my soul corrodes me
reminding what is present,
the beautiful sunset becames dark,
and it has abandoned my destiny.
(2015)
