I am a naked soul in these poems,
Soul naked that distressed and alone
It is leaving his dispersed petals.
Soul that can be a poppy,
That can be an iris, a violet,
A crag, a forest and a wave.
Soul that as the wind anxious layabout
And it roars when it is on the seas,
And he sleeps sweetly in a crack.
Rico / Miroslava Rodríguez)