Sunday, October 13, 2013

FOR MONICA

FOR MONICA

You are cool breeze of April and May,

from the vine the thin stem,

... the early spring rose

and the white soul follows my vera.

You are the charm of the verb and

the pronoun

and Monica is your sweet name,

you are the orchard of the most sacred,

you are the rudder and I am the plow ...

You are that sea of ​​my storms,

You are the greatest of my friendships,

the pure beauty that is in your soul,

the white tenderness of the willow and the palm.


You are the subtle, you are the commendable,

the purest reason and you are the purity,

you are that sky full of greatness

and you are always very kind.

You are the quiet landscape of the countryside,

the sublime song of the songbird ...

you are a beautiful and a great lady

that everything he touches fills him with charm.

You are the fall leaf of autumn

because you're a girl because of your age,

the wild rose that is in the countryside

and you are the woman in love.

From spring you are the perfume

of the cool night you are the dew

and your heart that is huge because

 he never guards or bores ...