LOVE POETRIES
INTRO
Still died on commission,
massacres and attacks,
and the love,
the life, the searched paradise
Dov'θ!
The essence in everyone of we,
it watches impietosita the evolution .
I would want that nobody never darkened
the love that lives in we.
I would want that all searched the PEACE
that he continues to lack between sons, fathers,
and immense nations, that they cry
between humanity passings.
We overwhelm this that lacks to us, thinking
If all, it were made we same!
- ilpoetabianco.it - IT RINGRAZIA
To you my praise Nascon
Birds in flower,
From the spring
That sweetly sound
Al awakening
Of our only instrument.
Like a container,
Capiente d immense emotions
It whispers the giovine age.
It picks ours it dresses
Left from nights d love,
Giving off nell air
Scent of primule,
Collections from the beauty
Of its breast in prati warmth.
To breathe and to live again
Every time the fresh air,
That it pronounces in we
Smiles
Humility passing We put of the green
In our hearts,
In the world new loves.
People are important,
But from this sphere
It is much distant.
That they do not know,
Life does not want to say to betray!
We put of the green
In our hearts,
In the world new loves.
People like electrons,
We are single
Not more masters.
That they do not know,
Life does not want to say to betray!
I overwhelm of beingI would want to give thanks
To who it has not removed argument,
With simple interest they have listened
Voice from my heart for moments fall asleep.
To live in a position
It has revealed privileged action,
From concord or discord it is continued
Not earning ingenuous increase.
From the heart to the mind
Thanks to who feel to me
M'innalzerΰ nature Mrs. in the time rinascerς
I will leave flying
Light within,
The spirit allegro
With an other I,
Extension the road
That door here,
Where the sol it will appear.
Light within I will fly
arrow-guns will not stop to us
We will win screaming
we carry peace and we want freedom
CrashFathers,
Remained only single.
Their weaknesses cry,
Only listened from focolai
Ignited.
Mothers,
Nearly happy but to the search.
They sorridono to their convictions,
Only listened from sons
Extinguished.
For you I will beThe sunset of the sun
It will be my smile.
The calor of the moon
It will be my spirit.
Between they
my love
Three of the manyWhere the wind blows
You will feel the extended one fischiettio,
Of three friends from l content mind
But with eyes put down on God.
Impazienti votan for their moment
Over a long time span searched from a country on the slope.
In me A part of the buioI would want farti a lot to know
My true smile devout ω,
Offrirti the sincere heat devout ω
To only entrust to you my being.
I would want poterti a lot to love
Instead of always having to cry,
To give again my spirit d to burn
And farti to understand that you could yourself be trusted.
To know l true love
That not ago to cry,
Sincere that ago to burn
L to be that it will make you to trust
Meantime the candle is extinguished!
All the words do not have a soundI crossed your sky
But I did not say nothing
I bathed your earth
But I did not say nothing
I drank your water
But I did not say nothing
I extinguished your fire
But I did not say nothing
I loved your sons and daughters
But I did not say nothing
I underrated my abilities;
L amor around me spoke to me,
Of your force and courage
Compresi that you whispered every my moment
A life alacreThe poetry is spirit
That it counts the years,
It is ardor and freschezza
Our opened heart,
In bottom
a life to if
That it demands spiritual births.
The poetry is word
That inexplicably
It drags and it joins all,
It is the acquaintance force
That it does not find
fear in the new one,
To who it will know to bundle up itself.
In the memory it remains V.V.That friday you felt
And the life mine you saved.
Too much late
I did not have way of ringraziarti
Thus I only can commemorarti.
Between joy and dolor mine
I would want abbracciarti in Hush,
Perhaps a tear would not be enough
In order to explain this that the mind had.
In this country pien of speeches
Affioravan only my little ones rimorsi.
All this that Is worth
It is l amor that It wants.
MUSE from the VittorialeThree young checkerses dance
Between garden and lussuriose the Fontanas,
Light noises and steps
They are mixed with ustles of black alleys.
Three young checkerses dance
In the pleasant sin of the reame,
Where needs and hidden instincts
They render true from characters variopinti.
Three young checkerses dance
For l love of their poets,
Voluminosi and fragile like spineti
That sol saint to understand their hunger.
The sun of SeptemberOh good
Trees d silver
Embroidered of torment,
From it dresses other people's
Nascon twenty oxen.
Not dumb north-west wind that
Around your estate,
Sparkling and foggy
Depressed and premurosa light,
It consoles spirits ours
Died from who l it has taxes.
Oh good
Noisy trees
Ours to pass afraid,
Melted from calor
Of little one tremor.
Insipid hunger is satiated
Men who not aman dog,
That to appreciate posson the mar
But depth not is from trying,
With fobie d bees that it encircles
Our life much gioconda.
Autumn in little hoursTo sob of voices
Strozzan yours foci,
To imagine young Prato
Which I find myself,
To remember ancient last
That body mine I scovo.
September d author
It alleviates the pain to me
Of hours in days
You open deep sighs,
Where my chili peppers
Son collected near.
Conquest the earth where way
It makes to feel boneses like child
It polishes my armors
Of minds sung crazy.
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