Spring between the stones of fortune
where the flowers watch themselves in the mirror,
the thirst asks the brass deer to come,
with amber eyes
and thin hoofs.

They remained at the edge of the forests
breathing the flavor of ripped berries,
with fear in their looks
always ready to jump.

The great peaks
pulling down the heaven
can be seen in the clear living water,
rotating and cold,
through the green doors horizon.

When unforeseen dangers arise,
the shadow gets scared,
the beauty and tenderness become a prey
for the led hungry ones.