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I have a fetish for poetic silver For the powerful teeth of words That brood and slap upon the page Drunk with earth-cooking cadences ..

I dream for family, for love With open eyes, day and night I can barely contemplate my future When the spendthrift months Keep floatin..

No, I will go alone Into Spring, yes of course I love you, it will not be long Between me and song Between me and my native green..

Lead me to the Spring Of late March, April-May Beyond the gate of death Since I know what my heart . Is like, since your love die..

I'm giving away my shoes And roses that she loved so well With golden dust, I open up my eyes Beyond this gate, of March Is Everla..

Just a rainy day or two Between you and I, Spring No bitter words Will pass between us Only singing birds That mimic destiny . ..

Spring Renascence, I To what purpose April Do you return again? I know what I know I feel what I feel The smell of the..

Be not chimera of morning Half-love, half-light But live with intelligence With calm eyes to dawn and sunrise . Like a widow's bird ..

This hour has the shape of a pause I stop and stare into you apparition Irish, like my genetic monuments . I crave to see you, in roo..

The hand of day opens Three clouds One for me, one for you And one for us And these few words . . . Come dangling down Like..