possibly his will rules the planets
what delicious melody like an apple
what is this music of the sphere, would find me in what mood to caress the iguana
what beauty rip the top of my can
enticed me to booggie, so I wouldn't regret
will me to act
what is his will is it the reflection in the lake
these dancing garlanded children
happy and innocent
in the green garden of purple flowers
the upsurge of energy
propelling my body to new positions
in extacy
near the flags
the wonderfull music propels me through the jewelled pavilion
near the sand
the music you fell in love with during your childhood
what love endowed you with passion
the love that leapt over the barriers
and stole your heart
where is it now
did you survive the storm
that pretty girl has it
behind the veils
what stars guide you, what flowers do you have
did the morning not give you its rays
is it autumn, the harvest of wheat and oranges and what spirit
makes you smile, thaws your heat
who do you love
for me there was only one sun
It loves delirium, welcomed as another memory of utopia
Or cattle, slaughtered cattle
what diminishes the wonder of you
the passion mingles with the bower of orchids
awakens me to reality
the east wind blows through the forest
don't let our love be lost
I deserves to lie like the ideal of flesh on the altar of the gods
you can do whatever you want with me just don't throw me away
although the wind dries your body
I have a home for your soul
shade so you can divulge everything of you
not abuse the opposite, unconditional love
all your flaws of the diamond, surveyed
before the statues and eternity
treated nicely
velvet floors
rubber heart
breakfast near the moon
and the blue sea
what would move in me
what form cometh
to delight me, with what solemn requiem as I gaze at the reflection in the lake
surrounded by green grass and forests
I follow the foaming stream to the sea
whilst they construct towers
in the foam
impressive mirage
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem