You are in an arrested
swinging in a tree. I am to balance you, for here, for there. You are with a
dress white, transparent, that it collects you the whole body. With a medieval
garland of flowers in the head. You are marvelously beautiful, of a magical
beauty. To our turn it is everything white, as snow. But even to middle of our
bodies he sees himself the landscape. It is a field where some are noticed
trees, completely full of green. While you swing, I am going pushing you
smoothly.
Suddenly you are with a poetry book in the left hand and you declaim
something that gets lost, the sound is not gotten to hear because it disappears
in the snow. But later we stopped, we looked at each other a lot, a long time
and we hugged each other smoothly. Then you go down and of tied hands we
disappeared in the thick fog always suits and smiling. For me it was a
wonderful dream, so that I felt the day today different from all the other
ones. It was a very happy day. The love is wonderful.
The woman's beauty is
above all of the things. Her beauty is a religion and I are his believer.
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