White and orange balloons
colorful dreams soaring high
where is mine? Ask I

Proudly smiling
at the door the father greets
each arriving guest

You can take a break
until the day they are married
I want to tell him

With tears the daughter
thanks her parents their love
of fifteen years’ deep

The master calls quests
to dance Waltz with her
boats rocking on sea

Take this cake on plate
soft, sweet, it melts in my mouth
vanishing like years

A bud she is to bloom
into unseen adulthood
other petals wither

A glass of Champaign
crystal ball telling nothing
when I gaze into its wall

A guest here I am
and also on the planet
thus spoke the Aztecs

From Mount Alban to
el mercado of today
moves the life force strong

2006,7.16