The holidays are always for me, inevitably, expansive and dispersed. But September comes and I folded, with their return and their reunion. September is dull and undesirable, and it makes the whole summer, you suddenly come up on the memory. One strange August.
AUGUST NIGHT
full moon shines so that even a hair casts a shadow
The places that I have seen
make it easy my time on earth.
On your own white boats are launched quietly
in dark water.
return to see other places with a look changed
cells so that the maze is split again
invest continents and spool wide rivers.
The Minotaur cornea
dazzled the flat plain under the intense midday sun.
The enigma of the starry sky that reflects the sea
guard the desert as his hostage:
On the sand took a bit of water, then
sand on the water.
Nordbrandt Henrik. Our love is like Byzantium. Debolsillo
MY SUMMER
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