Here in the wind says it has been, it has been and the sea has to be, it has to be, and the sun says: It may be, it will be ... And the rain: It is
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Here in the wind says it has been, it has been and the sea has to be, it has to be, and the sun says: It may be, it will be ... And the rain: It is
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The faint rain after an intense and powerful dance The whole days and she lingers and the playful sounds inexorably soft damp... The nature and its flowers in the night, that open but always its sensation,-MMM- I hear in her the rhythm of the music of all times always there... Transparent with night and stars ... If only the night with you
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How is a black cat flower And its name in pale blue and green?, A branch of subtle and bright leaves... The courtyard and road of Roussillon on red soil.- You mon petit heart, Is i want a nap in my body of stars,under the shadow of your chestnut tree... my marmot baby pillow
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What is it your complete look, smile and joy compared to the pulse of the universe
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How to distill beauty itself?
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Where is he going? Where he goes ? From where it has left?, Under the scorching sun, nothing seems able to stop it, in his step he searches the water and suddenly he sits smelling the humidity, smells the fresh:Feeling the earth, lying on the ground, gazing at the sky.
Jean-Claude Ellena/Terre poem
Dreams / Songes I perceive you in a small room, (Bezdig Ségniag), I grew up in a house with a large garden full of fruit trees those with pear next to the roses and both the aroma is confused. pure beauty .... Yes, .. I also smell there, because in that garden your smiles inhabit, in the afternoon of love.Why do I want you? You come to my dreams, ghost spell Just like the image in that rich, dense, green, and wild garden of damp soil. So beautiful under the bush of blazing sun leaves. Fragrant ideal perfume of your naked body of crunchy mint, my love the rose in the rock, Labdanum and in dreaming I see Your amber caramel eyes they impregnate the oniric journey of my emotion. My sensations can smell and see your figure of sweet delights...In your skin, the plumeria makes your cheeks in soft petals of Tiare. And in dreams, my emotion touches you ...and It covers you with kisses, in so soft Cashmeran veil.
Mayakosvkyjung/ Давид
My spirit always goes to meet you,it is the constancy of the day and night where I drink the water of love... the night and its stars -Morfina/ Дэвид