martes, 16 de agosto de 2011

HE NEVER KNEW LOVE OF MARIETTA MORALES RODRIGUEZ



He never knew love ,
looking towards the ground ,
in the field after the rain .
Invoke the love in force
the arms of the rowers .
Bars of fire
looking for the muses dodge .
The perfect beautiy loves
photographs of hair salons .
Walking the tacos selfishness .
The muses not weave scarf winter arrives
he never knew love
despite draw hearts
the soul of its fine gelida muses