jueves, 20 de enero de 2011

LE NOSTRE ANIME



                                                                   Il poeta Milena Fiore

Ha portato sull'orlo dell'amore per la frente,                                                                                                                                                       astratti dei fatti e baci exactos                                                                                                                                                                             che libertà loro labbra intactos                                                                                                      tesa sorprese il desiderio impazienti.                                                                                                                                                           Breve dei tuoi capelli presto imbrigliata                                                                                                                                                                     quando sky salì sul loro bordi                                                                                                                                                                                   Ritengo svoltate destinazioni enorme                                                                                                                                                                 dopo che mi attira l'allure rimane.                                                                                                      Spera che tutti street...ages                                                                                                                                                                                       per il suo spirito e la mia unica che star                                                                                     che qui o al nostro fervore appare.                                                                                                                                                                          E senza dimenticare la pace tempestiva                                                                                                                                                 In suo passo avanti per il mio o mi lontano                                                                                      Loro fedeltà è miniera di lasciare la luna.




Milos J. Gomalle