not I'm thinking of nothing, and this central thing, which in turn is nothing, I am pleased as the night air, fresh in comparison to the summer heat of the day. That's great, I'm not thinking about anything!
The wisteria is blooming on the wall is ocher climbed When you are covered with purple I knew it was out of school The movement stop time Tune the notes of a lightning On the branches of the wisteria His charm drops flying in the wind blowing in the wind To the rhythm of the images wisteria seductive Pasolini "You return to the brutal" Indomitable
A life in bloom remember frills' s love "man crushes me already panned" intoxicate me breathless perfume and tears from the ancient depths I Seizures my eyes It 's a moment ... ... a purple spell
Everything is brightly colored suspended In the afternoons of July Time In the dream palm of nothing shatters es'acceca
confused in the reflection of the sun in the waves of the sea sky smiling
cuttings on corolla mauve Nivea and pure Where love is reborn Shy and soft
Ready to ignite In the embers of July
With her smile that illuminates her face and hides a tear
Pending a final morning song
July
Bagliori fairy furious over time the hours pass scans the lens
superb volcano under the hot sun of July the sinuous hips embrace the immense gulf that my sight is lost
enchanted maze
between the finite and the infinite
sweet country songs love
Magic July Every year I bring the same memories Your flashes of sun collide with my face as then in finite time Of deep eyes fixed on mine while advancing on trails rose petals And I do not know if the heart lingers uneasily In this sweet and vivid nostalgia
This text I have already published, in 2008 Here I knew almost no one read him propose again perfection, is a first dellemie publications.