-mistral, Chile
The stars keep their eyes open.
The night is like goose down.
in the air
You see, I am pure.
The eyes of stars are like lanterns.
Flashing in the quiet night sky
outcome
Look at me. I am warm.
The eyes of the stars
Blink constantly
why do you
The orchid is purple.
Pupils of stars
Novel and transparent
Why can Sunglow use her rose color?
Erase your figure.
Tears or dew?
Moistened the eyes of the stars
You tremble in the sky
Is it because of the cold?
I looked into the eyes of the stars.
I assure you.
As long as you look at me
I will always be pure
Mistral, a Chilean poetess, combines deep sadness with pure childlike innocence. 1945 "Because of her poems full of strong feelings, her name became the symbol of the whole Latin America" and won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
May you and I always be pure. . .