Sonnet 100In the center of the earth I will push aside
the emeralds so that I can see you--
-you like an amanuensis, with a pen
of water, copying the green sprigs of plants.
What a world! What deep parsley!
What a ship sailing through the sweetness!
And you, maybe---and me, maybe---a topaz.
There'll be no more dissensions in the bells.
There won't be anything but all the fresh air,
apples carried on the wind,
the succulent book in the woods:
and there where the carnations breathe,
we will beginto make ourselves a clothing,
something to lastthrough the eternity of a victorious kiss.
2 comments:
Lepurushja pika dom perinjom, lepurushe pijanece?
Reyi:-)
Ehe, shkarravinat e mija jane ato mbi kockat prehistorike(sa keq tingellon kjo qe sapo thashe:-) ). Ne fakt vetem kur u ktheva ne shtepi vura re qe nga nje pakujdesi e rastit i kisha mbeshtetur aty.
Sa per te tjerat...urimet i ke marre live :-P
Erlind, u mbaruan karrotat dhe bari i NJOMe ndaj m'u desh te kaloja ne Dom PéNJOM . :-P
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