Your memories are measured with seventeen staff kept less secret
that one of my days
walk between illusion and dreams pinned Among
disagreement of mist and unknown
disappointments
The beautiful face
The restless eyes like candles
deployed in search of what life still hides you
Tu soul is not tired, or your star has become pale
Fulgura hopeful to meet
puppy love games and still unknown pleasures
My girl with red hair and perfect smile
How far I am in your budding spring!
I feel inside me avatars
a barren sky
and the avalanche of darkness only hinted
No time for sorrow
Your harvest is just beginning, I know where you stand firm
And the nectar of success awaits you smiling
live in hope or project
Open your eyes and look to the horizon
Plant trees, draw Flirt
soles in the mirror
children dreams, loves and frantically
oh my beautiful granddaughter
keep my rhymes when I
is only in your memory.
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