The italian poet's blog: "The poet and the moon"

Sweet friend, with black dress,
with a lot of pearching,
with a lot of tatoos,
i can see in your eyes,
only a beautiful flower,
that are you.

In your eyes the dreams,
in your hands there's life,
and you make every day
work, friends and choses.

I wanna stay there wit you a day
like in a dream,
me and you on a cloud
for smile, for play,
for listen your voice,
see in your soul, in your world

i know that this isn't
only a stupid and stupid dream,
couse i learned in my life,
that if you want
dreams become real,
and that coud is there
unti we can t go in to the sky,
only me and you
sweeming in the air
soul in the soul.

For PunkStarChik from my heart

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