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Hello, baby, I hope you're okay and can come play with me, I'll wait for you, don't be late

Hello love, I hope you are well and can come play with me, I'll wait for you, don't be late

Bonjour mon amour, I hope you're all right and that you can come play with me, je t'attendrai, ne sois pas en retard

I offer you among the bunches, green gazelles and roses, my naive heart that to your goodness humbles; do not want to tear it your loving hands, your eyes rejoice my simple gift. In the shady garden my weary body morning auras covered with dew; as in the peace of a dream it slips beside you The fugitive instant that lust rest. When the divine storm is quiet in my bosom, I'll recline, playing with your thick loops, over your honey-breast my sleepy forehead, sounding to the rhythm of your last kisses..

Je vous propose parmi les grappes, les segments verts et les roses, Mon cœur naïf qui s'humilie devant ta bonté; Thy loving hands do not want to destroy him, Thy eyes are rejoicing in my simple gift. In the shadow of the garden my body is tired, the auras of the morning covered with rose;. When the divine storm is quiet in my tempes, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding day, my front is sleeping,.

I offer you among clusters, green segments and roses, My naive heart that humbles itself to your goodness; Your loving hands do not want to destroy it, Your eyes rejoice in my simple gift. In the shady garden my tired body the morning auras covered with dew as in the peace of a dream I slip by your side the fugitive moment that I long for to rest. When the divine storm calms in my temples, I will recline, playing with your thick curls, On your nubile breast my sleepy forehead, Sound with the rhythm of your last kisses.

I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you're different, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die in this grief for the infinite arch of that sad dome where your dreams dwell in the midday sun. I don't want to die without giving you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me

I don't want to die without understanding what you're saying. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul, knowing differently, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die with this sadness through the infinite arch of this sad dome where your dreams live under the midday sun. I don't want to die without having given you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the trembling that invades me. I don't want to die without your love.

I don't want to die without hearing from your mouth. I don't want to die with a perplexed soul knowing you are different, lost on other beaches. I don't want to die with this sadness through the infinite arch of that sad dome where your dreams live in the midday sun. I don't want to die without having given you the golden spheres of my body, the skin that covers me, the tremor that invades me. I don't want to die without you loving me

I want to cry because I loved you too much, I want to die because you gave me life, oh, my love, will I never have peace? I wonder if all I have is nostalgia. And I don't know what's gonna happen to me anymore, everything tells me that loving will be my end. What despair brings love, I who did not know what love was, now I know because I am not happy.

I want to cry because I loved you too much, I want to die because you gave me life, Oh, my love, will I never have peace? Will everything that is in me It just means nostalgia. And I don't even know what's gonna happen to me, everything tells me that loving will be my end. How desperate love brings, I didn't know what love was, now I know because I'm not happy.

I want to cry because I love you too much, I want to die because you gave me life, Oh, mon amour, n'aurai-je jamais la paix? Because everything that is in me means just longing. And I don't even know what's going to happen to me, everything tells me that loving will be my end. I didn't know what love was, now I know because I'm not happy..

I know a giant and strange hymn that announces in the night of the soul an dawn, and these pages are of that hymn cadenzas that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, of the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at once sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But in vain is it to fight, for no figure can shut him up; and hardly, oh, beautiful! If, holding your hand, I could sing it to you in my ear alone.

I know a hymn giant and strange that announces an dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are of this hymn. I would like to write to you about the man who used a rebellious and mean language, with words that were in the same time, with sights and laughter, colours and notes.. But it is in vain to fight, there is no chiffre capable of nursing him; et juste, oh, magnifique! Yes, I've got you in my hands, I could, à ton oreille, sing you alone.

I know a giant and strange hymn that announces a dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are from that hymn cadences that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, about the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at the same time sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But it is in vain to fight, there is no figure capable of locking him up; and just, oh, beautiful! Yes, having yours in my hands, I could, in your ear, sing it to you alone.

I know a giant and strange hymn that announces in the night of the soul an dawn, and these pages are of that hymn cadenzas that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, of the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at once sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But in vain is it to fight, for no figure can shut him up; and hardly, oh, beautiful! If, holding your hand, I could sing it to you in my ear alone.

I know a giant and strange hymn that announces a dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are from that hymn cadences that the air dilates in the shadows. I would like to write to you, about the man taming the rebellious, petty language, with words that were at the same time sighs and laughter, colors and notes. But it is in vain to fight, there is no figure capable of locking him up; and just, oh, beautiful! Yes, having yours in my hands, I could, in your ear, sing it to you alone.

I know a hymn giant and strange that announces an dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are of this hymn. I would like to write to you about the man who used a rebellious and mean language, with words that were in the same time, with sights and laughter, colours and notes.. But it is in vain to fight, there is no chiffre capable of nursing him; et juste, oh, magnifique! Yes, I've got you in my hands, I could, à ton oreille, sing you alone.

I thought of you, of your hair that the shadow world would envy, and I put a point of my life on them and I wanted to dream that you were mine. I walk the earth with my eyes lifted up - oh, my eagerness! - so high that in rage he rouses or miserable redheads set fire to the human creature. To live: -to know how to die; thus this evil seeking, this fierce good, torments me, and the whole Being in my soul is reflected, and seeking without faith, of faith I die

Love of my loins, living death, I wait in vain for your written word and I think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. He neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart doesn't need the frozen honey that the moon pours. But I suffered you. I tore my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. So fill my madness with words or let me live in my serene night of the soul forever dark.

I thought of you, of your hair that the world of shadows would send, and I had a point in my life and I wanted to dream that you were to me. I'm going to the ground with my eyes high. - to such a height that in a rage of rage or in miserable redness the human creature lights them up. Vivre: -To know how to die; it's like that that afflicts me this miserable search, this ferocious good, and all the being in my soul is reflected, and in searching without faith, of faith I die.

Love of my womb, living death, in vain do I wait for your written word and think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. The inert stone neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart doesn't need the icy honey that the moon pours out. But I suffered you. I tore my veins, tiger and dove, over your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. Fill my madness with words, or let me live in my serene night of the forever dark soul.

Love of my loins, living death, I wait in vain for your written word and I think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. He neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart doesn't need the frozen honey that the moon pours. But I suffered you. I tore my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. So fill my madness with words or let me live in my serene night of the soul forever dark.

Love of my reins, dead alive, I wait in vain your word écrit et je pense, avec la fleur qui se fane, that if je vis sans moi, je veux te perdre.. The air is immortal. The stone is inert He doesn't know man and he doesn't avoid him. The heart inside doesn't need the honey I've seen in the moon. But I suffered. I've torn my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. Then fill me with the words of madness or let me live in the serenity of the dark night..

You strip like you're alone and suddenly you're with me. How I love you then, in the cold and the sheets! You start flirting with me like a stranger and I make your courtship ceremonious and lukewarm. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And how we love each other then in the laughter of being alone in forbidden love! (Then, when it happened, I'm afraid of you and feel a chill.)

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like a stranger and I make you a cour ceremonieuse et chaleureuse. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And as we love each other then in the laughter of finding ourselves alone in a forbidden love! (Later, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I feel a frisson.)

You undress just as if you were alone and suddenly you discover that you are with me. How I love you then between the sheets and the cold! You start flirting with me like a stranger and I make you court ceremonious and warm. I think I'm your husband and that you cheat on me. And how we love each other then in laughter of finding ourselves alone in forbidden love! (Later, when it happened, I'm afraid of you and I feel a chill.)

Shall my eyes close the last shadow that will carry me to the white day, And may unleash this hour of my soul, To its flattering eager eagerness; But nowhere on the bank Will it leave memory, Where it burned: Swim knows my flame the cold water, And lose respect for stern law. Soul, to whom all a godly prison has been, Veins, which mood to so much fire have given, Medules, which have gloriously burned, His body will leave, not his care; They will be ashes, but will have meaning; Dust they will be, but dust in love.

The last one can close my eyes Shadow that will take me away on the white day, and will be able to unleash this soul of mine Hour, to his anxious eagerness flattery; But not from that other part on the shore She will leave the memory, where she burned: Swimming knows my flame the cold water, and lose respect for severe law.. Soul, to whom a God has been a prison, Veins, what humor they have given to so much fire, Marrows, which have gloriously burned, He will leave her body, not take care of her; They will be ashes, but it will make sense; Dust they will be, more dust in love.

The last can close my eyes Shadow that will carry me the day white, And I can free my soul Hora, à son empressement anxieux flatteur; Mais pas de cette autre partie du rivage Laissera le souvenir là où il a brûlé: "Here is the memory of the day when the river was burned". Swimming knows my flame, l'eau froide, Et lose respect for the severe laws. Soul, for whom a Dieu a été une prison, Veines, what humour ont-elles donné à tant de feu, Des moelles qui ont glorieusement brûlé, Their body will part, pas ses soins; They will be ashes, mais cela aura du sens; They will be poussière, encore plus de poussière en amour.

Cover me, love, the sky of the mouth with that extreme, ripped-out foam, which is the jasmine of the tasting and the burning, sprouted on the coral tip of the rock. Burn it, love, its salt, burn your thundering sharp flower supreme, bending its fury into the diadem of the biting carnation that spouts it. O tight flow, love, oh beautiful tempered bubble of snow through so narrow a cave in living flesh, to watch how your fine neck slips you, love, and rains you jasmine and stars of saliva!

Couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux (I'm covered with my mouth with this extreme mousse, which is the jasmine of those who know and those who burn). Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou, your flower supreme is thundering and fierce, your fury is in the diadem of the eyelet that bites.. Oh tight flow, love, oh gorgeous warm snow bubbling through such a narrow and raw cave, to watch how your beautiful neck you glide, my love, and it rains jasmines and stars of saliva!

Cover me, love, the roof of my mouth with that extreme extreme foam, which is jasmine of those who know and those who burn, sprouted on rock coral tip. Make me crazy, love, your salt, crazy Your sharp lancinating supreme flower, Bending her fury in the diadem of the mordant carnation that runs wild. Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful warm snow bubbling through such a narrow grotto raw, to look at how your fine neck you slip, love, and it rains of jasmines and saliva stars!

Woman, I would have been your son, for drinking the milk of your breasts like a spring, for looking at you and feeling you by my side and having you in the golden laughter and crystal voice. To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and to worship you in the sad bones of dust and lime, so that your being would pass without pain by my side and come out in verse - clean of all evil. How I would know to love you, woman, how I would know to love you, to love you as no one ever knew! To die and still love you more. And still love you more and more.

Femme, j'aurais été ton fils, pour t'avoir bu le lait des seins comme d'une source, to look at you and feel you at my side and to have you dans le rire doré et la voix de cristal. To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and I love you in the sad bones of the dust and the chaux, because your being passes without pain beside me and this is ressorti in the verse purified of all evil –. How will you know how I love you, femme, how will you know I love you, I love you like no one ever has! I love you more. And again I love you more and more.

Woman, I would have been your son, for drinking you the milk of the breasts as from a spring, for looking at you and feeling you by my side and having you in the golden laugh and the crystal voice. For feeling you in my veins like God in the rivers and worshipping you in the sad bones of dust and lime, because your being will pass without pain next to me and it came out in the verse - cleansed of all evil -. How would I know how to love you, woman, how would I know love you, love you like no one ever knew! Die and still love you more. And yet love you more and more.

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My slave, fear me. Love me, you. My slave! I am with you the vastest sunset of my sky, and in it my soul rises like a cold star. When they're far from you, my steps come back to me.. My own whip falls on my life. You're what's inside me and it's far away. Running like a chorus of chased mist. Next to me, but where? Far, what is far. And what is far beneath my feet walks. The echo of the voice beyond the silence. And what grows in my soul like moss in the ruins.

My slave, fear me. Love me, you know. My slave! I am with you the vastest sunset of my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star. When they move away from you my steps return to me. My own whip falls on my life. You are what is inside me and is far away. Fleeing like a chorus of chased mists. Next to me, but where? Far, which it is far. And what, being far away under my feet, walks. The echo of the voice beyond the silence. And what grows in my soul like moss in ruins.

My slave, crains-moi. I love you.. My slave! I am with thee the most vast coucher of sunshine in my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star.. When they're away from you, my pas come back to me. My own fouet tombs on my life. You are what is in me and who is far. Fuyant comme a chœur de brumes chassées is a French musical.. Next to me, but where? Far, what is far. And what, being far under my feet, march. The echo of the voice beyond silence. And what grows in my soul like mousse in ruins.

I thought of you, of your hair that the shadow world would envy, and I put a point of my life on them and I wanted to dream that you were mine. I walk the earth with my eyes lifted up - oh, my eagerness! - so high that in rage he rouses or miserable redheads set fire to the human creature. To live: -to know how to die; thus this evil seeking, this fierce good, torments me, and the whole Being in my soul is reflected, and seeking without faith, of faith I die.

I thought of you, of your hair that the world of shadows would send, and I had a point in my life and I wanted to dream that you were to me. I'm going to the ground with my eyes high. - to such a height that in a rage of rage or in miserable redness the human creature lights them up. Vivre: -To know how to die; c'est comme ça that ça m'afflige cette malheureuse recherche, ce bien féroce, et tout l'Être dans mon âme se reflète, et en cherchant sans foi, je meurs de foi. I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm not afraid of dying..

Cover me, love, the sky of the mouth with that extreme, ripped-out foam, which is the jasmine of the tasting and the burning, sprouted on the coral tip of the rock. Burn it, love, its salt, burn your thundering sharp flower supreme, bending its fury into the diadem of the biting carnation that spouts it. O tight flow, love, oh beautiful tempered bubble of snow through so narrow a cave in living flesh, to watch how your fine neck slips you, love, and rains you jasmine and stars of saliva!

Cover me, love, the roof of my mouth with that extreme extreme foam, which is jasmine of those who know and those who burn, sprouted on rock coral tip. Make me crazy, love, your salt, crazy Your sharp lancinating supreme flower, Bending her fury in the diadem of the mordant carnation that runs wild. Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful warm snow bubbling through such a narrow grotto raw, to look at how your fine neck you slip, love, and it rains of jasmines and saliva stars!

Couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux (I'm covered with my mouth with this extreme mousse, which is the jasmine of those who know and those who burn). Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou, your flower supreme is thundering and fierce, your fury is in the diadem of the eyelet that bites.. Oh tight flow, love, oh gorgeous warm snow bubbling through such a narrow and raw cave, to watch how your beautiful neck you glide, my love, and it rains jasmines and stars of saliva!

We got so naked we lost sex under the bed, we got so naked the flies swore we were dead. I stripped you inside out, I dislocated you so deeply, I missed my orgasm. We stripped so much that we smelled burnt, that a hundred times the lava came back to hide us.

We get so naked until you lose the sex sous le lit, we get so naked that the flies swear we were dead. I've undressed you inside, I've disturbed you so deeply that my orgasm was lost. We get so naked that we feel burned, that washes him a hundred times..

We get naked so much until you lose sex under the bed, we get naked so much that the flies swore that we had died. I stripped you inside, I unhinged you so deeply that my orgasm was lost. We get naked so much that we smelled burnt, that washes it a hundred times She came back to hide us.

Shall my eyes close the last shadow that will carry me to the white day, And may unleash this hour of my soul, To its flattering eager eagerness; But nowhere on the bank Will it leave memory, Where it burned: Swim knows my flame the cold water, And lose respect for stern law. Soul, to whom all a godly prison has been, Veins, which mood to so much fire have given, Medules, which have gloriously burned, His body will leave, not his care; They will be ashes, but will have meaning; Dust they will be, but dust in love.

The last one can close my eyes Shadow that will take me away on the white day, and will be able to unleash this soul of mine Hour, to his anxious eagerness flattery; But not from that other part on the shore She will leave the memory, where she burned: Swimming knows my flame the cold water, and lose respect for severe law.. Soul, to whom a God has been a prison, Veins, what humor they have given to so much fire, Marrows, which have gloriously burned, He will leave her body, not take care of her; They will be ashes, but it will make sense; Dust they will be, more dust in love.

The last can close my eyes Shadow that will carry me the day white, And I can free my soul Hora, à son empressement anxieux flatteur; Mais pas de cette autre partie du rivage Laissera le souvenir là où il a brûlé: "Here is the memory of the day when the river was burned". Swimming knows my flame, l'eau froide, Et lose respect for the severe laws. Soul, for whom a Dieu a été une prison, Veines, what humour ont-elles donné à tant de feu, Des moelles qui ont glorieusement brûlé, Their body will part, pas ses soins; They will be ashes, mais cela aura du sens; They will be poussière, encore plus de poussière en amour.

You strip like you're alone and suddenly you're with me. How I love you then, in the cold and the sheets! You start flirting with me like a stranger and I make your courtship ceremonious and lukewarm. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And how we love each other then in the laughter of being alone in forbidden love! (Then, when it happened, I'm afraid of you and feel a chill.)

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like a stranger and I make you a cour ceremonieuse et chaleureuse. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And as we love each other then in the laughter of finding ourselves alone in a forbidden love! (Later, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I feel a frisson.)

You undress just as if you were alone and suddenly you discover that you are with me. How I love you then between the sheets and the cold! You start flirting with me like a stranger and I make you court ceremonious and warm. I think I'm your husband and that you cheat on me. And how we love each other then in laughter of finding ourselves alone in forbidden love! (Later, when it happened, I'm afraid of you and I feel a chill.)

¡What a smiling touch of your eyes, light as frightened pigeons at the water's edge! What a quick contact of your eyes with my gaze! Who are you? Who cares! In spite of yourself, there is a brief enigmatic word in your eyes. I don't want to know. I like you looking sideways, hidden, scared. So I can think that you are running away from something, from me or from you, from nothing, from those temptations that they say haunt the married woman.

What a smiling contact of your eyes, light as frightened doves on the shore of the water! How quick the contact of your eyes with my look! Who are you? Does it matter! Despite yourself, there is a short word in your eyes enigmatic I don't want to know it. I like you looking at me from the side, hidden, scared. So I can think that you're running away from something, from me or from you, you're welcome, of those temptations that they say they pursue to the married woman..

Quel contact souriant de tes yeux, léger comme des colombes effrayées sur le rivage de l'eau! À quelle vitesse le contact de tes yeux avec mon regard! Who is it? Est-ce important! Malgré toi, il y a un petit mot dans tes yeux énigmatique Je ne veux pas le savoir. Tu me plais me regardant de côté, caché, effrayé. Donc je peux penser que tu fuis quelque chose, de ma part ou de toi, de rien, de ces tentations qu'ils disent poursuivre à la femme mariée.

A woman with beautiful feet can never be ugly. Gentle. She usually climbs her beauty by her heels, calves and thighs. To wait, to open your lips without uttering saliva and to let yourself be loved by the eyes mirror the woman who has beautiful feet knows how to wander in sadness.

The femme qui a de beaux pieds ne peut jamais être laid the douceur rehausse généralement sa beauté pour les petits mollets et cuisses s'attarder dans le pubis cela a toujours été au-delà de tout canon entoure le nom comme une de ces cloches qui s'ils subissent des pressions, ils jouent pour Elisa, you're asking for a good-looking nipple. Spread your lips without speaking saliva..

The woman who has beautiful feet she can never be ugly meek usually enhances her beauty for little calves and thighs linger in the pubis that she has always been beyond all canon surround the navel like one of those bells that if they are pressured they play for elisa claim the lubricious waiting nipples Part your lips without uttering saliva and let yourself be loved by the mirror eyes the woman who has beautiful feet She knows how to wander through sadness.

You don't know how much I need your voice; I need your eyes those words that always filled me, I need your inner peace; I need the light of your lips! I'm not! I'm not! I can't take it anymore... Keep it up! I'm not! I'm not! - I'm not. There you go... I can't. My mind won't think. It can't think of anything but you.. I need the flower of your hands that patience of all your acts with that justice that you inspire me for what was always my backbone my life source has dried up with the force of oblivion.. I'm burning; what I need I've already found but still! I'm not! I still miss you! I'm not!

You don't know how much I need your voice; I need your looks those words that always filled me, I need your inner peace; I need the light of your lips! I'm not! I can't keep going like this! - What? I can't anymore my mind doesn't want to think He can't think of anything but you. I need the flower of your hands that patience of all your actions with that justice that inspires me for what was always my thorn my source of life has dried up with the force of oblivion.. I'm burning; what I need I have already found but still! I'm not! I'm not! I still miss you! I'm not! I'm not!

Tu ne sais pas à quel point j'ai besoin de ta voix; J'ai besoin de ton look ces mots qui m'ont toujours rempli, J'ai besoin de ta paix intérieure; J'ai besoin de la lumière de tes lèvres!! Je ne peux pas continuer comme ça! !. Je ne peux plus mon esprit ne veut pas penser Il ne peut penser à rien d'autre qu'à toi. I need the flower of your hands this patience of all your actions with this justice that inspires me for what has always been my spine my source of life is dried with the force of l'oubli.. I burned it; what I needed, I found it already, but it's still there! I'm not! I miss you encore! I'm not!

There are eyes that look, -there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, -there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh -pleasant laughter, there are eyes that cry -with tears of sorrow, some inward - others outward. They're like flowers - the earth nurtures. But your green eyes, my eternal Teresa, those that are making your hand of grass, look at me, dream of me, call me, wait for me, laugh at me laughing pleasantly, cry me weeping with tears of sorrow, from the earth within, from the earth outside. In your eyes I was born, - your eyes believe me, I live in your eyes - the sun of my sphere, in your eyes I die, - my house and path, your eyes my grave, - your eyes my land.

There are eyes that look, -there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, -there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh -pleasant laughter, There are eyes that cry -with tears of sorrow, some inwards - others outwards. They are like the flowers that the earth grows. But your green eyes, - my eternal Teresa, those who are making - your hand of grass, They look at me, they dream of me, they call me, they wait for me, they laugh at me - pleasant laughter, They cry to me tearfully - with tears of sorrow, from the inside, - from the outside. In your eyes I am born, -your eyes create me, I live in your eyes -the sun of my sphere, -in your eyes I die, -my house and sidewalk, -your eyes my grave, -your eyes my land.

There are eyes that look, there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh - a pleasant laugh, there are eyes that cry - with tears of chagrin, some towards the inside, others towards the outside.. They are like the flowers that grow on the earth. But your green eyes, my eternal Teresa, those who make your hand of grass, They look at me, they dream of me, they call me, they attend to me, they mock me - a pleasant laugh, They weep me in tears - with tears of chagrin, from the inside, - from the outside. I live in your eyes, I was born in your eyes, your eyes believe in me, I live in your eyes, the sun of my sphere, in your eyes I die, my house and my sidewalk, your eyes my grave, your eyes my earth..

Withered already the youthful flowers, clouded the sun of my hope, hour after hour I tell and my agony grow and my anxiety and my pains. Over the rich crystal tarnishes cheerful colors perhaps my fantasy, when the gloomy gloomy reality stains the glass and tarnishes its sparkles. The eyes turn in their ceaseless longing, and turn indifferently round the world, and round turn indifferently the sky. To thee the complaints of my deep sorrow, beautiful without fortune, I send thee: my verses are thy heart and mine

Fleetri the young flowers, trouble the sun of my hope, heure après heure je compte et mon agonie They grow as well as my anxiety et ma douleur. Sur des couleurs rich en verre lisse peut-être que mon fantôme à l'air heureux, quand la triste réalité Il tache le verre et obscurcit are éclat I'm not sure what you mean by that.. Je tourne les yeux dans leur désir incessant, and the world turns indifferently, and the sky turns indifferently. To thee the complaints of my deep, beautiful, chanceless evil, I send:

Withered the youthful flowers, cloudy the sun of my hope, hour after hour I count and my agony They grow and my anxiety and my pain. On smooth glass rich colors maybe my fantasy looks happy, when the sad grim reality It stains the glass and clouds its brilliance. I turn my eyes in their incessant longing, and the world spins around indifferently, and the sky turns indifferently around. To you the complaints of my deep evil, beautiful without luck, I send you: my verses are your heart and mine

My love is in a light suit among the apple trees, Where the breezes most long to run in company. There, where the jovial breezes dwell to court the early leaves in their path, my love goes slowly, bowing to its shadow that lies in the grass. And where the sky is a clear blue cup on the laughing earth, my love walks slowly, lifting her dress with graceful hand.

My love is in a light outfit Among the apple trees, Where the bustling breezes run longest in company. There where jovial breezes dwell to woo To the early leaves in its path, My love goes slowly, leaning Towards his shadow that lies in the grass. And where the sky is a cup of clear blue On the smiling land, my love walks slowly, lifting He dressed her with a graceful hand.

My love is in a light, tenuous place among the apples, where the lively breezes last longer. Where the jovial breezes dwell to courtise the first leaves on their passage, My love goes slowly, leaning towards their shadow that rests in the grass. And where the sky is a clear blue cup On the smiling earth, my love walks slowly,.