I pray and think with so much love to shape the romantic feeling to receive the form most loved by me ... when you look at me with an eternal smile of love. If I think it's your feeling that laughs at me ...
I think I am part of the sounds of the world singing your divine Life of herbs in its flowery field of kisses for my enlightened beloved of the bloom of her love for me.

I am able to follow the crying beloved, beyond where it comes from and is born .... myself as she able to embrace my poetry beyond the thought of winter.

You are the field of herbs and flowers that call me to kiss your sadness and happiness ... come with me, come to live as I sleep on the stones tonight looking at the sky in which each star will be You.
I cannot have the strength to rise from the stones of so much sleep that I fall asleep in the spaces of each lonely path of decades of plucking the petals from the calendar ...

Now I am the source of the wound from heaven that I can fertilize with my soul, healing its desolate awakening the Wrath of the flow that still breaks the heartbreaking feeling of the company of your loneliness.

I want a sweet armed with the same and dreaded kisses of nectar for the Sahasrara petals, which rather sleep eternally together with me and my heart beating alive to feel the eternity that comes to me with the humility of the prayer of naming you Ana.