Burzo Federico

Federico Burzo

The flower of an hour.

 

I will shout the present

Before It could be past

And You will listen It

With future verbs

Trying to pick

The perfumed pink

Of the weak Ibiscus

 

It is an instant out of time

The divine Spark

Preserves eternal the essence

In the quiet vault of creation

 

The life is judged

At the end.