If I wanted to write a poem
perhaps lose my pen
muse or forget me.
But I do not want a verse today
kisses only come after half
night ... Then he bent
unpublished verses and somnambulists miss out on the fly
be fragments and stay at least rumbling. Then
dance, I hold hands and surround
my way tonight. Clara
night
ruddy moon visit me at the zenith of his career, waiting for my flight
indigo or grooves
pupura
to keep me company.
no hesitation and write a small poem from the slopes
patina
February 1 in the cavity of
waiting until the fullness of an emergency pleased. Valentina Antonietta
2011
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