in the alternation of time Acquired variety The raven of imagination in the expanse of thought Was lost in sorrow New creation mingled with eternity And schemed conspiracies The breeze started from the base of wisdom And began to blow on the sea of lust Fragrance came out from the shroud of flower And called the intoxicated butterfly to dance Color, from the store of petals Started to sell love And the dew was born to the wind mother and elements of air And rested in a cradle of green Its short life Was stolen by the morning breeze and the warm ray of sunshine The tulip with a cup in hand Waiting for the goddess of pregnancy Survived in the foothill until it could no more The rain turned into flood Until it reached the ocean The thunder roared so much That its drum broke and its sound turned vagabond At times the little birds laughed And at other moments they cried The thoughtful fox Looked at everything And then with a shrill yip Claimed thus: They, even frightened away The bird of my wonder.