POET DI STRADA
da "For a man" di Viola d'Amore (con traduzione di EUEU)
She was the rose garden in the middle of the desert
the Hope that grows day
drops of honey in my life
It was my laugh and my game
and danced on my hand open
It was her naked body that my voice was discovering
secretly
start doing every day She was
returned my project each time tomorrow
IMPRÉVU the naissance du desir et la rage aussi
the Parcour voyant le monde libre
you
Elle etait mon cadeau
but vertige
cette bien-aimee bizarre.
She was a rose garden in the desert
the hope that drives the day
drops of honey in my life
was my rice and my game
and danced on my hand open
She was his naked body
discovered that my voice startled secretly
doing every day was my project
postponed each time until tomorrow
the sudden birth of desire and anger even
to see her travel the world
She was so free My gift
My favorite this bizarre
vertigo.
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