I put in the drawer,
the black top, still one of the bitter disappointments,
your blame, the cruel dissension and bring me back to earth after
me feel king of the world, the drop-
sfioraron your twenties that I with wings to fly away, I put in the drawer
,
the small, stained with red, that of my passions,
an overflowing heart, seen by many but by no crops,
Elder limb, still capable of strong echoes in the mind,
that if only I had heard in the moon accompanied t'avrebbe
I've put in drawer
the mating, the biggest one, what gives me life, to become intoxicated
a heart, in my dream and I live cloistered
only drawing from an angelic portrait of a passionate yearn
full of love and phrases ; flights of fancy Pristine
I put in the drawer, the full
, the one painted green, one hopes,
the radiant stars to stand out to an eternal flight together
the arms and close your eyes painted in my eyes serene and relaxed
full of tender love and pure desire
I put in the drawer,
the hidden, the silver, then that will open, be true to my
my faults and all the sorrows of the soul that
causae to who I wanted for my sake and for the illusion that I had run
bitter suffering a heart strong and deep pain.
keep out of drawers,
what I feel for you, because it's huge ...
December 30, 2009
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