the Moon
I would, as usual,
the Moon,
have this luck
romantic words
find that such clouds,
desire and core
can make me steal
the sweet lord.
Or create images
of nymphs wrapped in veils
that roam the skies
trembling and dizziness
can try to
to those who know how to look.
removed from the kitchen
or desk,
Rompani the litany
a life on the sly.
I know with verses
Isle of Palms
sunlight, water calm,
involve them in clear skies.
and passion flowers
have a reward.
course are different
the other poets
then anything to
m'esce out from the lip,
and when I'm about to say
"Finally m'intriga
the gentle god of love, "
I think instead," The f. ..
is to save the core
E ".. if you must die
my person today, "
already say to me:
"We hope that both mo .."
"What majesty in heaven
covered with stars ..
" becomes "or holy yearn
in the skies of breasts."
For you my sweet hope,
storm the fortress ..
I would like to come along
with you, my sweet gn ....!
Maybe for my baptism
not invite the witch
and, like Maleficent,
that the finger if the league
terrifying curse
was given to myself.
And as Rosamond,
I have to wake up from
quest'ingrovigliare
latrine with the lace.
Let no So that knows
nor to reflect my
the anguish of my love,
perchè mi esprimo a co...
e piango delle te...
Non mi trattate male
se il verso è un po' triviale
e senza educazione,
ma canto di passione.
E se vi sembro un mulo,
pur cerco amor servire.
Se n'esce un canto nuovo,
....nido non ha il cucùlo
ma deve pur far l'uovo
if you do not want to die.
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