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