You have a blue and crazy look like the waves of the North Sea , tell me, O celestial acquaintance, which native breeze?! Tell me, O celestial acquaintance of the native breeze, which gift?! Someone has painted your cute gaze on the wet canvas of the sea, in that beautiful sun that the world is always dark and cold without you, in that beautiful sun that the world is always dark and cold without you, in that beautiful sun that the world is always dark and cold without you
. . You are like the moment of the birth of the rain, you are like the green joy of the forest between the silk bed and the snails, like the laughter of butterflies , the night when your moonlight tower collapsed, I dont know where you were in the story, you just wanted me to be your secret , still in the dew of your eyes, the splendor is vague and the hail is the sound of the flowers in this garden. Naked is the joyful voice of the rain and the leaf
