reflection that turns and who love
On the violet and mauve,
No one is more spectator than me, No more flowers!
Gavarnie which runs a tear
rivers, waterholes full of charms,
No one more sensitive to these games,
No more blue!
Theatre rustling forests,
Scrolls fern and mint
No one is quieter yet
Ni slower!
Arena lost, nostalgic
That was the wake up music,
No is closer to you,
No more crazy!
Villas flowering and prohibited
Cerberus By some elite
No one is more thoughtful in this case,
No more tired!
Reflecting spinning and anastomoses
With the rose of thy mouth,
No one is more intoxicated then
Ni stronger!
JL Garac
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