the sun was born salivating at the mouth of wisteria;
stumbled his days up to September 21,
diving into the thalamus gualdo
released by the litter of an ancient oak,
to complete its course through the land of snow
harlequin dressed in a southern carnival.
month its rough anchored chains,
the passage of time came the golden cornfields, hay-scented
fresh greenery,
rains, muddy roads of dreams to fulfill,
the hills crowned with love, perhaps glorious typhoon;
moved the laughter, tears, a thousand scars
we are staying,
mine, yours. Today your years
add one more,
our hopes, a less
"an angel sing our joy, or will be sorrow? Perhaps
misery my delivery milestones,
may never be forever and always was ever more
no doubt that honesty was my motto, that walnut pariese
nuts and no nuts, no doubt
, I love that about you,
with the soul between the teeth
linking a serene smile,
fenezca entrenched in the memory. Mayte
Dalianegra.
"Phyllis and Demophoon" ("Demophoon Phillies), 1870, Edward Coley Burne-Jones, City Museum and Art Gallery, Burmingham, UK.
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