Matilde: The name of a plant, rock, or wine,?
The name of something that began in the land and lasted in the land for a long time:?
< p>The light of day dawns when it grows,?The light of lemon bursts in its summer. ?
Wooden ships sailed by this name, ?
Fire-blue waves surrounded them: ?
Its letters were river, ?
p>Rush through my parched heart. ?
Ah, names exposed in tangled vines, ?
Like a door to a secret tunnel - ?
To the fragrance of the world . ?
Ah, attack me with your fiery mouth, ?
Or interrogate me with your night eyes - ?
But let me sail in And sleep in your name.
Bitter love, the violet crowned with thorns,?
The bush full of stinging passion,?
The spear of sorrow, the spear of wrath Corolla,?
What path did you take, how did you conquer my soul? ?
Why do you pour out your tender fire so quickly?
On the cold branches and leaves of my life? ?
Who guided you? What flowers, what rocks?
What smoke leads you to where I live? ?
The terrible night did tremble, ?
Then dawn filled all the goblets with wine, ?
The sun shone brightly on the world Report its existence;?
At the same time, cruel love surrounds me endlessly,?
Until it pierces me with sharp swords and thorns,?
p>Carve an anxious path in my heart. ?
You will remember the rushing stream, ?
where the sweet fragrance rose and trembled, ?
Sometimes a flying one Bird, wearing?
Aqua and leisurely: winter clothing. ?
You will remember the gifts given by the earth: ?
The unforgettable fragrance, the golden soil, ?
The wild grass in the bush, madness Overgrown tree roots,?
Wonderful thorns as sharp as swords. ?
You will remember the bouquets you plucked, ?
bouquets of shadows and still waters, ?
bouquets that looked like foaming stones . ?
That time seems unprecedented, and it always seems like this: ?
We go to the place where nothing is waiting,?
But we find everything They are all waiting there. ?
Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig,?
Lifting its whisper to my thirsty lips:?
That might be the sound of crying rain,?
A cracked bell, or the sound of a torn heart. ?
Something coming from afar, sounds?
Deep and secret, covered by the earth,?
Ah, by the vast autumn, by the leaves Half-covered, damp?
A cry obscured by darkness. ?
Wake up in the forest from which I dreamed, ?
The twigs of the hazel tree sing under my tongue, ?
its floating fragrance climbs My clear heart,?
As if the roots I abandoned suddenly came to look for me again, the country that passed away with my childhood——?
I stopped, hurt by the scent of wandering. ?
"Come with me," I said - no one knows?
Where is my pain, or how it throbs,?
No People give me carnations or barcarolles, except for the wounds opened by love. ?
I said again: Come with me, just like my last words,?
No one has seen the moon bleeding from my mouth,?
No one sees the blood rising to silence. ?
Oh my love, now we can forget about the prickly stars. ?
That's why, when I hear your voice say again?
"Let me do it," I feel like you are released?
The sorrow, love, and anger of the imprisoned wine,?
Bang bang boomed from the depths of the wine cellar:?
My mouth tasted the taste of fire again,?
The taste of blood and carnations, rocks and burns. ?
The waves break on the restless rocks, ?
The bright light breaks there and blooms the rose, ?
The circumference of the sea shrinks Become a bouquet of buds,?
Become a drop of blue salt and fall. ?
Oh magnolia blooming in the foam, ?
Charming passerby, its death blooms?
And disappears? Appears and disappears again and again: ?
Cracked salt, dizzying movement of the sea.
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You and I, lovers, let us seal the silence together, ?
When the ocean destroys its endless statues, ?
tear it down The impulsive white tower: ?
Because in the invisible fabric intertwined by the long waves and rolling sand and stones, ?
we support the unique and What a difficult tenderness.
I want to look at your mouth, your voice, and your hair. ?
Silent and hungry, I wandered the streets. ?
Bread cannot nourish me, dawn divides me, ?
All day long I search for the sound of your feet flowing. ?
I long for your slippery laughter,?
Your hands with the color of harvest,?
I long for your pale jade-like nails,?
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. ?
I want to eat the sunshine shining in your lovely body,?
The supreme nose on your proud face,?
I want to eat A fleeting shadow on your eyelashes. ?
I move around hungrily, sniffing the glow, ?
Searching for you, searching for your blazing heart, ?
Like the wasteland of Kitladu A jaguar on the beach.
Plump women, fleshy apples, scalding moons,?
The rich smell of seaweed, mud and mashed light,?
What is it? Such dim brightness opens among your columns? ?
What kind of ancient night does the man touch with his senses? ?
Oh, love is a journey with water and stars, ?
With drowning atmospheres and storms of flour; ?
Love is lightning The collision is two bodies surrendered to a kind of honey. ?
Kiss after kiss I wander through your little infinity,?
Your borders, your rivers, your little villages;?
And the reproductive fire - how pleasurable it becomes - creeps quietly through the narrow blood channels, until it pours out quickly like carnations at night,?
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Until it seems real and virtual, like a light in the dark.
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