Do not wander, not crumple the bushes crimson
Quinoa and look for traces of.
Your hair with a sheaf of oat
Otosnilas you to me forever.
With scarlet juice on the skin of the berries,
gentle, beautiful, It was
At sunset you like pink
AND, snow, luchista and bright.
Grain your eyes showered, of the requesting,
Name thin melted, as the sound,
But he remained in the folds of the crumpled shawls
honey smell of innocent hands.
In the quiet time, when dawn on the roof,
like a kitten, foot mouth washes,
Gentle voices I hear about you
Water with the wind singing hundred.
Let me sometimes whispers blue evening,
What was the song and you dream,
All are, who invented your supple waist and shoulders -
To light the mystery put mouth.
Do not wander, not crumple the bushes crimson
Quinoa and look for traces of.
Your hair with a sheaf of oat
Otosnilas you to me forever.
1916
Incredible combination. How did he do it