SECRETS

I am a sunny man and not mysterious, so I can easily hide my fingers because I'm like the old tales of my city without a song. I am from here; from the south where my grandfather absence and where I always hide in our secrets. Take a look at our faces; when you see our eyes, you will find our secrets completely non-secret, and all these strange stories will reach your heart before the morning pain. Look at our land, we are farmers from the south; our dreams sleep before the moon whisper swings. Look at the frigidity of the furrows of this earth, where the shadows know nothing of eternal stories.