She picks little cherriesTart and fully ripe,I, searching around,Take others of their kind…Lovely berries burst,Swollen by the springTwo upon my lipsFull of juice and spice...This brief cherry seasonUnquenched appetiteLike brilliant worry beadsTwo, I roll in my hands!
A tinder, a flint From the galaxy of stars Lights the fire of time, A call to the souls! - A RITUAL! In the morning I translate the night I adapt the word, the dream, I take…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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