This summer also past and and still
nobody has invited me
to the celebration of berries,
to the melting taste of mating,
of red and sweet of strawberries
on an astringent tongue.
No body has invited
these prime butterflies,
to the fairies
of flowers and tastes:
the segregation of beauty and continuation!
the segregation of innocent and survive!
heart and mating,
human and compassion,
the elephant
and his inhabitant of survival,
innocence and justice,
love and togetherness,
heart and fate,
justice and the truth
hearts!
