I have got fear of to lose the marvel
I'm afraid of last slowly
the marvel of your estetuas eyes and the accent
that at nigth put me quickly in the cheek
the pink loner of your food.
Tragically, I have sorrow of seeing in these shores
trunks without branches, angrily that more I feel
It haven't the flower.
For the clay for the worm of my suffering
if you're the proud treasure of my feeling
and my cross of the distant pain.
Of his agreeable one and nervously smile.
do me to lose suddenly, what I have won.
and it decorates the waters urgently of his rivers
With sheets of my alienated Autumn
as those clear evenings
of a carefully a star extinguished.
R. Dali Muñoz
18 07-2008
the marvel of your estetuas eyes and the accent
that at nigth put me quickly in the cheek
the pink loner of your food.
Tragically, I have sorrow of seeing in these shores
trunks without branches, angrily that more I feel
It haven't the flower.
For the clay for the worm of my suffering
if you're the proud treasure of my feeling
and my cross of the distant pain.
Of his agreeable one and nervously smile.
do me to lose suddenly, what I have won.
and it decorates the waters urgently of his rivers
With sheets of my alienated Autumn
as those clear evenings
of a carefully a star extinguished.
R. Dali Muñoz
18 07-2008
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