The garden of the forbidden roses
Falling in your arms,
when the night is over,
makes me dream.
Falling through the skies,
like a parachute soldier,
is the way i felt,
when the moon waved good night,
and the choirs of a lonely siren,
burn your soul in ashes.
Mystical eyes of the dawn,
of the fugitive soul to whom you belong.
Destiny says tic tac,
and my feet fly ( in a calm exctasy)
Howling like a wolf,
I run through a dark forest,
searching the garden of the forbidden roses.
Tomás de Marcos 2010
Portada : Claude Monet Roses at the Garden Side of Monet’s House in Giverny Art Print Poster