Dance

Memories all around:

Falling trees of

forgotten valleys.

Turbid water

enveloped with sand.

The call of the birds.

Gone.

Returning

Away and long time gone.
A flower falls in the river.
Nobody sees it.
A bird turns its head.
Look at you
and flies away.

Simplicity No 1

When time comes
and greets us with her icy fingers,
we  know that the presence of truth
Woman or man:
Memories hidden
under the tall grasses.