📚💜Memory of a love💜📖
🌹💜I saw it again:
beautiful,
as if the seasons had never been experienced.
The undone and worn out becoming does not belong to her,
she has not touched her,
lapped her:
sweet summer afternoon.
Her beauty is intact,
like that of a precious and pure marble statue,
capable of defying all adversities:
thunderstorms,
impetuous winds,
rivers in flood,
sharp pains,
unheard-of suffering,
bitter tears.
It is always she,
with her mischievous smile and green eyes of a happy girl,
who conquers time:
awakening of life.
I call to mind her golden youth,
of how I had known her unripe,
enchantment under the sky,
ineffable grace of the gods.
The exuberant femininity marks her body:
as if the irrepressible beauty of all women were in her.
The meeting that she elegantly gave me was only courtesy,
she already knew of a pre-announced and hasty farewell:
I fell inexorably from her heart.
The sea in our presence trembled like me with all its thunderous waves:
it seemed to kiss the air with every breath of breeze.
The memory of a love "leaves the salt in the mouth,
it goes straight to the heart,
without even warning".
I think of those happy days,
they never leave me...
💜💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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