I dress and undress before you,I try on dozens of mythic garments,Crazy as I am, I wander through ancient times,And in the mirror of your eyes, I search for myself.
I could be..., many things, my love,A mountain spirit, a fairy, a queen or a demon,But without your eyes, that smile sweetly at me,I am but a soul missing from its body...
The cicadas buzz in the sweltering heat! They aren’t to blame! It’s the age of the noisemakers! La Fontaine has long been completely forgotten, As for the ants... The crumbs…
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…
We use Google Analytics to understand how the magazine is read. Privacy policy
