For those good things I love fire

For those good things I love fire

and black silver stars

behind the belt of the night.

Black silver and old words,

by which they were knights:

Withstand these three punches and no more.

Of those good things I love the day,

when spring puts bridle on good horses,

blue bridles

and pink saddles.

Every year he returns,

Spring is a good intention.

For those good things I love our love,

the old one that doesn't rust,

and I tell you again and again:

It's yesterday

will be today

and it was tomorrow.

Withstand these three punches and no more.