The Sun

You have forgotten the dream,
the sun that will shine.
You are looking at at it for four days,
and your mind cannot see it.
If you have thrown a stone behind you,
you will never find it,
unless your mind knows the stone by heart,
unless your hands can gather wild thorns.
In the beginning, hyacinths, gardenias, violets and poppies, always have the fine color.
But when the sun stops smiling, everything pills of.
And when the sun stops looking, they recall its days.
By then, if you look at it for four days, your mind doesn’t know it.
You have thrown a stone behind you and your sun would not shine.