Silence, the respectful silence,
that passes through the wind in your hair,
melting snow on his back,
penetrating scent of memory,
in the glass of the sighs that I steal your eyes ..
an opaque veil, simple, languid.
.. change my skin, my soul, my life
.
What is love? if that does not dip,
the flight of Icarus to his sun.
.. malaise thin, you want a pat ...
What is love? if not your face.
Where falls the end of that passage, which at the time was not given?
... suspended between your lips, then give without saying ...
like a knight on the first floor. Love
enclosed in the face of an old man, who cries his loneliness
,
a kite in a child chasing a dream ...
... in the face of a girl who demands love for life.
extraordinary size of an overnight star and poetry.
that passes through the wind in your hair,
melting snow on his back,
penetrating scent of memory,
in the glass of the sighs that I steal your eyes ..
an opaque veil, simple, languid.
.. change my skin, my soul, my life
.
What is love? if that does not dip,
the flight of Icarus to his sun.
.. malaise thin, you want a pat ...
What is love? if not your face.
Where falls the end of that passage, which at the time was not given?
... suspended between your lips, then give without saying ...
like a knight on the first floor. Love
enclosed in the face of an old man, who cries his loneliness
,
a kite in a child chasing a dream ...
... in the face of a girl who demands love for life.
extraordinary size of an overnight star and poetry.
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