Heath
in Flower
It
fills my chest in magical enchantment,
The
thrill of painful things ...
Under
the burned heather, roses are born ...
In
my eyes the tears erase ...
Wish!
Wings open! What I bring
In
me? I hear silent mouths
Murmur
me the mysterious words
That
disturb my being like a cuddle!
And
in this anxious fever that invades me,
I
have my shroud, my burel,
And
I am no longer, Love, Soror Saudade ...
Eyes
burning with ecstasies of love,
Mouth
namely sun, fruit, honey:
I'm
the rude heath opening in bloom!
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