i thank god for his gift of you
This companion of the foam
the fecundity of the earth
the fountain of joy
smiling at your mirage
i wanted to posses your ephimeral beauty
happyness overwhelming
The melody of your singing of a drunken sailor resting on a beach saturating redemptor take me to another land
are you far or near we can go on the raft on the river but, go quicker by tram
a meere distraction from the escape from the forest
an escape to the forbiden garden of the muses, that guard the stream
love made me do things
obliged me to perform, the greatest opera
his postumous creation
whose form amazed all
who looked
Some others hear
the emotion
draged me and the heart
to the celebration
the leaves of his tree
the vast universe, contrived
to raise and guide my lost soul
to feel pasionately holding your figure and its compositions of delicate, trances
tranformation of us peonies, to ecstatic forms compounded by tender kisses in the garden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem