The Thiotivo
by Hive account@renny-krieger

In the thiotivo
everything is grace and fun

The sorrows fly
and a new song is born

colorful spiral
spinning with rhythm and are

remembrance of the songs
amidst the mist of the waves

a nice town
and quiet

where in the company of the twilight
The old boat's here.

of a little carousel
that invites with attraction

the jingle of a rotating shaft
between animals with fierce expression

to stranded
on the sand curtains

no sorrow and no sorrow either
presenting a new dilemma

now before you guys
in the mist of the beach

sailing several moons
between pitana pipes

the old tiger fogs up
before the morning chant

Outside the wind blows
carrying the melody

born to the roar
the old generator,

amidst the hustle and bustle of the children
and the expectant visitors

the thiotivo sings again
wants to stir up infants

full moon infants
and with thousands of mornings

hundreds of thousands of sheep
cobweb fragments

horses jump into the air
between the bronze bars

showing his teeth
before the music of the wind