Say: O my heart, those poems that do not know;
And.. burned a little in the words fireplace ..
What you are, but ash, dissolved in longing evening..!
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I will snatch without hesitation
The obsessions who stands on the edge of shock!
I will throw it..
As Moses throw his stick
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As heavy shadows..
I walked..
While the sun stumble
In her footsteps!
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Do you have an idea..
How on the beat of your voice,
The morning become tender
And extend over and over Here..? !
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Look while your Name
Rings in the air..
How the lips burn!
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Oh night..
You who has the same color..;
Loyal in your presence,
Fair in your absence,
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Night-Where alienation never sleeps:
Dreams glazed by frost ,
Bird recite the memories,
Bare poplar trees,
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We are the women..
Who full of life,
pluvial in attendance,
Fresheners in sweetness,
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Unthoughtful I was..
When my memory fell down in my hand
Those memory that do not have only
the flow from the fountains of your eyes.
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