Dear my friends
confess to you my thoughts on this day of Epiphany
close the festivities with nostalgia
of that time in my distant
close dream
sensational day in my heart as a child up to seven years
happy girl
THEN
as it was in the designs of the divine
the roses in my garden
the thorns sprang up and there were more serene
fairies were sharp and painful
THE SPINE
of tears I still feel the heat
of sweet melancholy and love sucking the
indefinitely
that the nostalgia I drank from a glass crystal
embalmed
elusive in the days of Christmas and Epiphany
the shock of my internal
A HAPPY EPIPHANY ALL!
BACI ... with a heart!
