Purple Room

The tranquility of the night
welcomes the earth, comes from the sky and loves the sea.
Ready to dance and paint in red, without shoes,
they come in haste, though they disappear in haste again,
in a dream of holiday...

And the dreaming trees and their branches,
are the last to defy the night -
and the fog comes up in purple...
the morning aroused...
this is Poesia.