Where the waves splash, the islands float,
And in the stellar silence, under the moon,
I'm addicted to words,
And the world is being built before me.
In the hills, sweet sleep, the night is asleep, silence.
In the purest sky reigns rest,
And only here and there touching the waves.
A boat of thoughts rubs against the surf.
O Islands of harmony, oh inspiration.
Thoughtfully you came to poetry on the trail.
Two marvelous feelings were sung for a moment.
Madness lyre, eloquent delirium.
And the mind persists in the heavenly heights.
A syllable was born and so I write about it.
The creator revived the friend of the muses in me.
And the rhyme came to life under the moonlight.
And the night reigned on the poet's island.