LOST PARADISE

Hunting. Alone.
Deep in de forest.
Waiting for the deer,
By the waterfall.

The lake shines,
under the morning blaze.
And the young warrior,
Of the tribe proud, thinks.
What to do, he wonders.

For his mother, the meat.
The magical marrow,
The heath of the old.
Tendons for the sisters,
to sew new cloths.
But for his beloved Ti,
the soft skin.
To cover their love,
in the chilly nights.

A noise, almost a thunder.
A bear is coming,
To steal his dreams?

Oh! No.
White devils,
in blue cloaks.
Breaking the balance,
The place beauty .

What it means,
He knows:

Paradise is lost.