Without a poet there is no history
Night with no stars, trees with no leaves
If there are no poets what will history be?
Yesterday, we laughed together, today we sigh together.
Like a strong wind that passes by
You caress us for a moment.
And like a strong embrace left us breathless
Where did you go? Where did you travel?
Without a poet there is no history
Did you love the ocean and its waves?
Or to climb high mountains?
Why did you go?
I got something for you in my heart
But it will stay with me
Did you know that I also love the ocean and it waves
And to climb high mountains?
For a great friend Juan Pulido from Fernando Ortega