Happiness
tomorrow will be my part of my bedroom
find you asleep on
the sheets with his head on the pillow, reclining on one side, and the beautiful
limbs gently released, perhaps
The right hand just before a breeze for me.
Happiness will lie on your side
And in silence observed to learn
The soft lines of her face to me so dear, The gentle
eyebrows, cheeks, your chin
While awaiting the peaceful
you wake up with a cup of hot coffee in her hands. Happiness
will see you open up your eyes,
Two beautiful gems stolen a dragon,
And feel your breathing become less heavy
Hot breath stolen from the wild autumn wind.
Happiness, indescribable emotion A
be your little moan, then your voice
That will give me a good morning saying my name.
will last a day or a day or a life of greater happiness
But for me there will be.
The limbs gently released ...???
This is what happens to get into his head to go on Sunday to do some 'order: that of a drawer that does not even remember that he had filled up, jump out typed pages (typewritten !?! ) with copies of the beautiful ones that you never dared to call poems and rereading a distance of fifteen to twelve years, you know you did too well.
This, among other things, the composition is more en rose the deck. The only: the other exude a cosmic pessimism that James even if the dream ...
So far, two people had read.
Now I go to prepare a pyre. And while we are also in the fire I put a couple of letters I received (I received would be the right word, if not sound too dignified), letters full of promises of eternal love.
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