Autumn

Today autum passed

and left this region.

when I visited

the abandoned place,

I saw

that he had left behind

a sigh.

I took this sigh home.

It appeared custom-tailored

for one of my poems. 

  The Chair

The chair

on which the poet had been killed

was a witness. 

It stayed alive

until it saw the death of the executioner

and freedom came upon it.

  Love song

It was the first time that a sugar-cane

rebelled against her field.

This slender and pale maiden

had given her heart to the wind.

But the field did not consent to thier

marriage.

consumed with love she said,

"He is to me beyond compare.

This is where my heart lies."

To punish the maiden

whose eyes were already wet with dew,

the indegnant field called the woodpecker

who drilled a few holes

into the heart and the body of the plant.

From this day on

she was a flute,

and the hand of the wind

endowed her wounds with melodies.

She has been singing ever since for the

world.