El Dorado
I am the Fun - Light - After round
Cloth of gold from the author to the profound.
Pléiade, feverish heavens offers expanded wave
On finite infinite world on pages fruitful.
In a night of boredom, you who consoled me, Give me
once experienced this sudden desire,
The flower of my body image in my mind,
And the thrill when emotions Cloth s ally.
Is Nothomb? Is Farmer or Baudelaire?
My forehead is still red from the kiss of beauty,
My dream is soft as I thought.
And I have twice taken by mouth these readings,
tuning in turn the letters of Calliope,
words I breathe love or canopy.
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