Daisies in a ballet of charm.
Their petals cry with salted calm.
Plenty of daisies, a dark green pool waits for the swan.
The night falls, its gown falls.
The swan makes inaudible sounds,
Its neck elongates. How beautiful is the sweet swan.
Its shadow swims quietly, beautifully, silently.
Plenty of time in the moonlight. The silence…
Someone is coming towards the pool, in silence…
The swan escapes while my hand touches the obscurity.
I can breath my insecurity.
The daisies encircle the abysm...
I am the only one to rescue the night from the
Maria Cristina Azcona