Redwoods on the hazy grove,
and the serain of northern flake.
Steller gale in my daisy strove,
with the railroad near the salt lake.

Pristine crystals on the flaxen verge,
cruising train for the southern exile,
delighted petals of the Roman arch,
became my fragile paradise.

Reclining on the grassland as alone,
matey spot, I can grasp my smell,
tasting truffles by stooping on the stone,
resol love dried my tears...