The rain leaves his realm of gray and the blue sky promises a
farewell, and a cirrus cloud fluffy white and swollen left to wait for the night, like a fortress, an outpost of promises and threats.
the swallows and sparrows fly followed by the eye care of the cypress trees, the sap oozing love that men consume at their feet.
A woman looks at a girl as if he loved her, she weeps as if he loved her: it could give her a caress of the breast, but I'm there I look is the jealous god of the hands does not allow intruders. And then the woman looks at a girl like
if you would hate her and she laughs as if she hated. In so far as my power.
remain two daisies sull'aiuola station near the track, drunk with beer, I get close to them, only to understand, from a modulation arcades other North African diffuses despairs other joys. I
Take your hands caress of honey. Take your honey I
from the juice of love. Take I
promises of blood from your mouth.
I take from your back line, a path to follow.
Your breath lifts the mantle of the newly paved road
And his violent smell the sweetness night.
I am the moon is born and dies because he lives
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