The Girl by the Lake
the outskirts of Castle while my boat in the calm waters of Lake rushing, she came to me. His eyes gleaming, his presence reassured me, as if from heaven, someone wanted to embrace me in his arms. Prisoner of her own, without preamble, I joined the camp of tightrope walkers.
Since then, I wander in search of the Naiad, who that day saved me from drowning. Since then, I wander in the hope of finding her, the fairy, who is now in my heart ever parade.
Sketch postmortem
Day your funeral, when your bier, while the sky seemed to fly our prayers. Read on your face happiness and peace. Stress and depravity of life seemed to have gone away. Certainly at this moment, at this precise moment your soul strolling, light, in the green meadows of paradise.
A rainy day II
Given this grid, for a rainy day, appeared to me that Princess Indian enchanting vision of a beautiful gypsy. She had begun to shelter under the imposing tree flowers. The rain was beating the pavement, while in the puddles, her face was reflected. In those fleeting moments, over and through this fleeting apparition of an angel without wings, I began to think that perhaps, without it, the storm had continued and ever, without doubt, my eyes would have glimpsed again the beautiful blue clear skies.
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