The Lord of the human
... and when the love you take, not ritraetevi.
Let her touch, like a wave rushing
shocking, grabs you, let him take
in the depths of oblivion
from where even the most ruthless mood gripped it resurfaces. Let
soothe his stormy wind
because even if you smite his limbs, his touch
there can never hurt.
Wet your soul to the clear source
lost love and the meaning in his gurgling,
as the sky splits open to you in a riot of colors.
Indulge in pure love, because
by it that draw the life for him
climbing the highest peak,
that which prevails there,
because love is the Lord from the human soul. Refuse
death if you have not been seduced by love, because if you loved
you have not lived.
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