finally
the ink not the book
the ethereal form
cadaver if you have never fallen in love
or seen the many batles love proposes
some on passes a copy of i confess i have lived
henry the eight invites to play
a wateau or a bruegel, scince art is infinite
a romantic delacroixwit shieds
and fluffy white clouds, pushed around by warm wind across the blue sky, the infinite blue sky
the moon, , alfa centaury
its the equiliprium
ku the middle way
y trascended materialism
finally riding pegasus
a loving god invites givig a bunch of red tulips
the reflection on the lake
a smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem