FLOWERS FROM THE HEART

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To you...

When the breeze, slowly,
In your face to pass by,
Be certain: It is a kiss
That from here I am going send you...

If in moonlight nights,
A perfume strongly smells
In me, think smiling
That your lap I will gird.

Your image always calm,
Doesn't flee me of thinking,
Your affections, I have them in the soul
As essence to perfuming.

The nostalgia mistreats me,
I am not able to think of you.
Here is the reason because I suffer...
Though, I should remain silent.

A truth I tell you,
That to many I woudn't say:
Because it runs in great danger
What I have told you.

In this life there are mistakes
And also disillusion,
When we pick a rose,
The thorns bleed the hand!...

18th - 7 - 1951.