Danced free and undressed my soul between rows of words wakes and looks. One evening in May a gust of wind me brought puffs Fragrant roses and you. Your bow and your outstretched hand me seduced. Notes different moving my feet in swing scores and scene changes .. between steps and movements assecondavo the music in that dance to two hours. And I found myself now goddess immortal now begging for crumbs distracted Now Queen now slave .. to collect bundles of stars or tumbling in the dust And they were stroking and offenses And they were happy days and sparkling or a sad day, foggy, malcontents, cruel as November Days and days of put nothing days of light and days of pitch sweet symphonies or roar silent. Since that time my heart prisoner lying saziandosi of drops of honey and cups gall
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 13:06:55 +0000
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