Arrived to the part Where We'll find the Poems I care for. This one is Post May 2007.
Grapes
I how unpunished and blatantly
I cut the stem to the rose garden
From the vague illusions
spines Only one
And drunk with the other
And that same of the spine
which now serves as food for the lie
With one of its petals, devastating
That likewise exhorts me to the dangers of divine truth
Long times after having seen stripped of Virgil
unhealthy Not far from envy
songs can be heard invoking the lily Iberian ports
And I invoke the grape, and I invoke his mouth
For no more than one would find in the garden
but not everything has grapes and roses
Paradise taciturn centripetal up to the most carnal of all things
For more crying no lie than you: jasmine
And there is no dish that I wanted to eat
Another of you make sure you see I
vineyard of our blessed graceful pleasures
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