I imagine and dream. Grandma Grillo
and walk together in the same breath of being closer
arms and words in this minefield
of magical flowers and perfumes
to swim together in the same waters winding
in the onslaught of dreams
in the shelter of shells and coral
emblematic
to fly together and tear on velvet clouds and bread
gentiles across spaces and blend in
morning for a black and white canvas
rebuild and revive us
us beyond this here
this time
and then paint with all possible colors
beyond where birds would fall in love
where sunrises
profuse would sound different, magnanimous, lightning and sunsets are
would sleep with the sea
horizon which gulls
eternalized in magenta robe to make a haven, together
who desire to pursue the same libertarian ...
eternal
caresses and maximum clearances
visas without borders and the clock, obsolete and disappeared
line , symphony between imagination and fantasy
vehemence and dementia due to spread their wings and dream of paradise in flight
indigo hover over spots after rain and sleet will
loaded
eternal peace and sweetness ... Valentina Antonietta
June 21, 2010
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