Dona Spring
saw Dona Spring is primordial, white
as
lemon blossoms.
a wide leaves and caravans
a fuchsia red.
Come to find those roads!
going mad and crazy
soles of trills!
Dona Spring, breath
fruitful
laughs at all the sorrows of the world ...
not think that speaks to the lives
despicable.
How will you understand
between the jasmine?
How will you understand
sources with gilded mirrors and songs
burning?
ill land in the deep cracks,
of red roses turn somersaults.
puts her lace,
turns his vegetables in the stone
sad
the graves ...
hand Dona Spring
glorious
through life let us pour
roses
Roses joy, forgiveness
roses, roses
love and devotion.
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