NOT ALL ENDS
Not everything ends. It all starts as a whimper. It all begins, and with reddened eyes. Ah, father. Pain generates. I love sleeping on a leaf. Enchantment blue is love. Red carnation as exploding in the shadows, pale, ardent love is. It all begins. At times, breaking the mass of clouds, the penalty had so hoped. Will dawn. We will know that the time of mourning is now passed, by this strange sweetness.
(Fina García Marruz)