Like a Painter

Like a Painter

Who paints just for painting

That spends ink, just for coloring

That’s how vain your words are

They emanate sound

Only for those who can’t hear.

It’s your love

As an obsolete artist,

Drawing pieces of art

In a lackluster notebook

With numbers and letters.

I love you

Just as birds fly seasonally
Always coming back where they started
Just like them, that's what happens to me.
No matter where I am
I will always come back to you.
As a safe harbor
Whose sailor seeks refuge
There is no sea or storm
May they take me away from you. 
Just like the August sun
Heats without measure
Thus, at maximum temperature
So, that's how I love you.

Tired Air

Tired air from thin bottle
That alludes to the crazy drought
Perpetual between life
Although by some beloved.
Stroll among the meadows
More ephemeral of the valley
Cute color used
Old and tired suit dress.
If you feel it, run toward it
With all the strength in the world
And without asking or seeing
Help him, clean that vagabond.
Treat it with patience
Give it fine sand and seawater
And perhaps in appearance
You open it could find.

Rating: 5 out of 5.