I feel traveling to your eyes and the autumn distant is :
grey beret, bird voice and heart of home from where I did migrated my deep desire.
and fell my happy kisses as embers
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills.
Your memory is light, smoke, calm pond!
beyond your eyes the Twilights had fire leaves dry of autum revolving in your soul
Pablo Neruda 1924
Chuscarbayu 1 month ago
Oh lluna eno ceu per grandi
To lluz escluca chugares lloñe
To viaxes enredeor do mundo plen ,
To esculques dientru d es cases da xente
Oh lluna tate sel xunta min E dimi u tá mió amor xana.
I feel traveling to your eyes and the autumn distant is :
grey beret, bird voice and heart of home from where I did migrated my deep desire.
and fell my happy kisses as embers
Sky from a ship. Field from the hills.
Your memory is light, smoke, calm pond!
beyond your eyes the Twilights had fire leaves dry of autum revolving in your soul
Pablo Neruda 1924
Chuscarbayu 1 month ago
Oh lluna eno ceu per grandi
To lluz escluca chugares lloñe
To viaxes enredeor do mundo plen ,
To esculques dientru d es cases da xente
Oh lluna tate sel xunta min E dimi u tá mió amor xana.
Chuscarbayu 1 month ago