The sun forgot us yesterday on the sand
The soft sound of the sea surrounded us
Your body gave me heat, it was cold
And there, on the sand
Between the two of us this poem was born
This poor love poem for you
My fruit, my flower
My love story
My caresses
My humble lamp
My April rain
My greed
My piece of bread
My old saying
My poet
The faith that I lost Â
My path
And my cart
My sweet pleasure
My dream of yesterday
My luggage
My warm corner< br/>My best song
My landscape
My spring
My cane field
My wealth
My firewood, my home< br/>My roof, my home
My nobility
My source, my thirst
My boat, my network
And the sand
Where you sat
Where I wrote to you
My poem