Friday, April 3, 2009

Love, what smells? - love poems

Love, what smells? It seems when love
that the whole world is rumored spring.
The dried leaves and branches to make snow
and he still young and ardent, smelling a rose eternal.

Everywhere wreaths opens invisible
all its funds are lyrical laugh-or-punishment,
the woman's kiss becomes a magical effect
that, as in the paths, endlessly renewing ...

Come to the ideal of soul music concerts,
words of a light breeze from trees;
are sighs and weeping, and sighing and crying
left as a romantic fresh honeysuckle ...

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