The countryside is laughing
lighted up with colours
and everyone notices
its fine appearance.
It has green dresses,
the field in spring,
with white
and red and pink buttons,
the blue blouse
sprinkled with yellow
and in the hair
garlands of stars and lights.
The day will run
saying that spring is born,
arm in arm with the countryside,
with a basket of scents
and the tresses painted with the sun
and then there will be a party
adorned with flowers
and cobalt blue nights
the wind that bedews
with mild blows the sea
and the wayfarer that arrives
will take home a smile
to keep on dreaming.
14. 5. '14
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
The countryside is laughing
lighted up with colours
and everyone notices
its fine appearance.
It has green dresses,
the field in spring,
with white
and red and pink buttons,
the blue blouse
sprinkled with yellow
and in the hair
garlands of stars and lights.
The day will run
saying that spring is born,
arm in arm with the countryside,
with a basket of scents
and the tresses painted with the sun
and then there will be a party
adorned with flowers
and cobalt blue nights
the wind that bedews
with mild blows the sea
and the wayfarer that arrives
will take home a smile
to keep on dreaming.
14. 5. '14
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