Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Cheap Italian Dinnerware

How could it happen to me ? The ethereal



April alienating sense

germinates you searing poetry

fronds drowning in my heartbeat funeral

and mysteries held captive in the Pandora's box


you eternal sea of \u200b\u200bloneliness

eternal haze of silence in your eco

autumn leaves zigzag broken

dead sand went missing wind


exist today to look my

clamart not come without naming you

haunting my bed trembling die

more shelter us on the trip


Do not send me a fleeting fairy

syrup hugging me passengers

prodígame a sip of love immortal

crowned black tulips everlasting


Your candor is far from the chill

I do not want to wait your last Sunday

only airy breeze rid of pride

to run the scale autumn fir me


the gentle blush I

feel rested when my songs

a new dawn, wrapped in bundles April

your sweet frosting spray feelings


and seek an ode to misery

for find my heart febrile

because as the troubadour inquiero unhurried

Who has stolen the month of April?

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