Mythological Legends in the Nile valley
The rose of the desert (3)
White rose without thorns, from my desolate desert, you exhaust every minute in remembering the past but you forget the vivid present and expect something unpredictable.
The sunset is coming. Sunset of new stars that, ethereally, shine with every breath you exhale. It hurts to see how the candle goes out of your feeling, but enjoy with the flame of your look. Deep gaze, bewitched with the autumnal landscapes of the Nile valley.
Happy break, feverish and bewitched, in the sunset of your twilight dawn. Air that penetrates in your being and floods the trail of your veins of that enormous vivacity.
The cottons of the summer sleep, under the white clouds, in your walk.
Nepal walker, lost in the mountain, listen to the sounds that calm your contained fury.
Faint dusk light, reflective of a thousand colors in the sky to remember your childhood.
Daydreams and glimpses of hope. Brothers of blood united by intense blood ties, anchored to the same port with their boats. I would like desired brother, longed for, to find you and give you the best smiles of my essence, my soul.
Distant lands of Nepal, listening to the prayers of the monks, wrapping with your enchantment every field, every town, and every plain.
White steeds are approaching to hear their celestial chants. They will return calmly back through the pasture to Alexandria. Fleeting memories will leave and your fantasy will allow a sweet summer reverie. Calm summer, appeased by the peaceful song of the birds. Birds enchanted by the sound of the leafy forest. Forest that traps and swallows with its branches in its splendorous green and blanket in its bosom mythological beings, legendary.
Unthinkable and unimaginable legends about anonymous lives, mysterious. Unsuspected mysteries that appear at the edge of the threshold, and I wish to reveal. Nightly, insipid awakenings in the hidden memory of the deepest abyss.
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