Such is the form of love: in hands and eyes
Caressing gently, and in arms’ embrace
Our thousand hopes concealed remain with sighs
Till hearts align and common beat their pace.
‘Tis then that form transforms in essence pure
And thousand hopes become a thousand joys;
Our injured souls in giving seek the cure
For solitude; in loving hearts rejoice.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Girando
Domenica pomeriggio colla gente amata, poi una passeggiata per la citta'. Se stai cercando, troverai sempre che il vecchio si diventa nuovo agli occhi che sanno guardare.
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Ta Kyriakatika apogeymata thliboyn toy agaphmenoys, meta apo mia bolta sthn polh. An prospathiseis, ta palia mporoyn na ginoyn kainoyrgia sta matia aytoy poy kserei na blepei!
2 comments:
Ta Kyriakatika apogeymata thliboyn toy agaphmenoys, meta apo mia bolta sthn polh. An prospathiseis, ta palia mporoyn na ginoyn kainoyrgia sta matia aytoy poy kserei na blepei!
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