spring

Open your window, air is still fresh
but light is at home, this is spring light,
birds cheep and wheel in cloudless sky,
they give notice about beheaded trees
or glowing south bees or bulgarian breeze,
open your window, forget what you think,
spring is here again, Baudelaire is dead
but spring is here again with its pregnant belly
and will deliver roses smells and cats on the roofs,
I will pick up some camellia flowers and throw
them at the wedding of girlfriend Hope,
open your window, air is still fresh
but light is at home, seasons get pregnant.