.
Don't
you care about the drooping plants-
Be them
flowers made of light and sap,
Brightness
and clearness,
Honouring
life.
Flowers
of vivacious petals, come to me,
Keen
leaves, bring me the sun, -
Let its
beams clean my soul,
Your
whater get into my body,
The art
of the shadows cast in my skin,
Embellish
the colour of my days!
In the
fertile wood I create myself,
On the
glass - mirror of life
And the
windows openned to the world -
I see my
image,
In your
sunflowers I bloom!
Lisbon,
7th of February of 2007
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