The light in a satin dress quivering flowers consumes with small jets of mist the ending dizziness of an autumn day .
The page turned reflected in the marble of the past the worry too times blessed of a failure to forget .
Emerges the hollow of the dry palms in gentle caresses on the rough of the tree uncovered chest exploded from a parasol converging with the winds towards the dawn of hemmed rice .
He is great tits with crackling chirps without the curtain rising wedding party float .
All romance is a rare pearl all smiles in the grip of a ray of sunshine retires at night to the cry of the midwife toad .
Minuet of scattered roses the shells snort of tender processions to consummated ecstasies .
