The green leaves carpet your road, they get up to your passage as to greet you.
Green leaves are desires of rejuvenated love, white, lost.
Green leaves are average without waters of our sorrows.
I don't understand the reason of the lovers' only one day in one year, when everyday it is wanted love.
I still sat down in the stones that thought long walks, even in the time in that the sun finished, no longer it irradiated. And the moon began, little it shone, what calls moonlight that happened, he loved in the sea. The Sun cooled, no longer it felt, he dismissed the sea, and the moon dragged fluttering, sobbing of the love of the human sea for You.
Ulysses looking at the sparkle of the effervescent light of Penelope in Ithaca. It belongs the more to him approaches, more he stands back as in a dream, nightmare. Ulysses is contributed at the island of the desires, but nor one can ask, because this island doesn't have Genie, only demons. But, Ulysses is persevering, fearless, and no there are seas to tame him, because the light that pursues him and probe lay him in the hand, is her Penelope that desires for her burning love. And already Ulysses prepares her boat and her crew for one more odyssey.
After all, our life is a short existence because we always sailed in the unrestricted adventure of the fight for the encounter of the love of Penelope.
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