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Beautiful full moon
Curves  of satin
White and round
Delight that makes me
A little crazy.
Delirium in a dream
Your contours  switch on  
My lighthouse desire
My hands   dream  
Of a nice trip
May love come
And take my life
Elsewhere in the country
Of love and drunkenness
that is the way i love you
with all the colored words
that came from my heart
the place where you live
it's so pretty to feel you
near my soul in my brain
close to the tender mood
here are my colored words
those i have in my breath
that inspired that air of love !
words of my soul  
with my vigorous voice
here my tender hope
i am sweating now
i am crazy my love
as may be a lover
you are in my soul
inside my heart
in evey cell of
my wet clay
in all thoughts
of my brain
you remain  alive
i breath your name
hope i 'll find you
oneday before
my hourglass ends
Goddess you remain
Always wonderful
Your dazzling charm
Writes the words in my head
I only fill  the blanc
With my  fingers hands
To say loudly the prodigious
Your face is like a sun
or equal in bright
I can only love you
Your light fascinates my eyes
I only want to dream
Those Cascading words for
The beautifull with double LL
That give wings to my soul
I fly on the clouds my kinder kingdom
I admire life here down the edge
Of the ****** land that awaits
The vapors of the blue sea
Heaven and his abondant rain
Which waters and fertilizes  
Only Words and still images
In the eyes of Southern kids
Who dream to see the generous sea
Which offers its condensed heat
a rain for the goddess of love!
The one that the soul aspires
Died by the folds of the sigh
The one that the nave invites
Pierces a hole in the ship's sail
The one that the flesh desires
Washed the balm of pleasure
Like a famous man named Don Quixote
Early morning with words as a sword
I'm going right against the rightless crowd
Even Pansa is no longer here with his help
I ride Rosinante the indomitable mare
If only Dulcinea is on my side
Encourages me with her pretty smile
For the fight that i would surely win
These giant arms with stentor voices
Life is a long and every day fight
It's not time for the happy song
Here is a speech and madness for the morning fight
I do not want just to be right about the speech
Hey you giants without voice I challenge you
Today and every day until the end of the song
I am not any knight trust me i am a vigorous one
Even if I am a warrior with a sad figure
I have neither the time nor the leisure for joy
Take it easy as a morning fairless song
If you take my advise look for a jazz song
To make your day better then not to quarrel
For any useless reason at the end
I admit you have reason as a crowd
A crowd can **** any lion or a famous knight
Even the one named Don Quixotte !
The crowd has always the last argument!
He is  in the sea of ​​poetry
he is  running he know it is somewhere
all that is written and  known  
since this first scream
since the first burst of light
who announces the whiteness
for the other dream or nightmare
with the verses he embroiders forgetfulness
the words are a bit of his skin and  soul
with the moulting each verse
is draped with a satin layer of the skin
who gets lost in making the verse
and after finishing the poem
his  soul finds another mask
to continue in comedy
the poet makes the poem
as does the worm its silk
to avoid the specter of death
it seems to him
in any case, this reassures him
it takes beautiful verses
to make great comedy
that is an adult game
old kids when they cheat
in the game they  become
hollow and vain!
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