Nat Luis de CamГµes
Do dawn rosy world of spring,
Whether half-day shining star,
I'm over the river, where everything is now nemilo,
I remember old times.
Here she pushes her hair,
Here smiled, then she spoke,
There turned and closed the face,
My question impertinent confused.
There was softly humming something,
Here the village and a daisy cut short
And she puts her head on his chest.
So, all in the past, night and day longing,
Sleep and not sleep, I live and I do not live -
Whether it's through everything ever?Post has been editedmegajon - 02.04.13, 20:28