are silent forests and rivers, the
is certainly an air Tues lies, it
caverns winds have truce and peace, and the dark night
deep silence makes the white moon:
and we hid tegnamo
love the sweetness:
Love does not speak or breathe,
sien silent kisses and dumb my sighs .
This "night" is suspended in a vast and magical silence, which seems to have stopped almost miraculously the laborious nature of animation. A pleasure
whispered, as if worried about the danger of breaking the divine silence of the night, is the background of the poet's feeling of Love.
Although it may seem stupid or rhetoric, the joy that this feeling is it `s unique features that transforms the everyday into a world more tolerable and to be discovered, despite everything. Illusion? What about ... Every now and then talk about it, however, does not hurt.
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