Large Suburb

In the slow landscape which expands unceasingly 
the weeds and the fruit mature during the summer 
nature, the princess beautifully
of liberty is the lark spear 

In hidden gardens, where never is revealed 
the past of shadows, self-effacers 
water in their sails have swarmed
those of mercury and silver

Dawn at the time that is most right
ceases asthma and insomnia 
crabs race across the moon to night
when near the stars tremble, flicker

The sea is but a green opal 
distant sailor in somnia 
calms fibromyalgia 
and has dreams of espial