Small bud emerald
Among the sounds of distant worlds,
wave of my heart, mother
steering wheel on the dreams of all dreams:
Capture the crumbs of life
As follows from the terrestrial world
clods please
strewn with mud, vulgar sunset.
The story of your little fairy tale
It feeds from my palms unfolded.
Already the whole, lacks nothing
A smile thrown to the flocks
abducted from the South Seas, an island on which
live life alone And
to sleep, after life,
slightly covered with earth.
My baby .. I would like blackberry
Or maybe blonde, such as berries
magical fruit that comes from the gnomes,
I would like to speak to me like the breeze to limes.
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