When you caress my skin
If you look at me well it seems that someone has cried over me.But it’s not like that. You visited me tonight.Silent, quiet moistening my petals.
Between the closed night, you arrived.First you went like a spray, little by little your tears were bigger.You flooded me with a life of vitality and beauty.
I was fresh and rejuvenated.The drops stayed until the Dawn.When the sun’s rays make those little drops shine.The petals shout:Look at me how beautiful I am.
Although this time is in a pot of your window.The rain also visited me.