In my mothers death Cold hands to the sky I have for you tonight Mother, pray for good, your statuesque body, the clothes already dipped dell afterlife, youre beautiful more than ever and nature oh Mother, like all mothers who abandon their children on the couch of a bed, I absorb a bump your absence, you, the pain that the infamous Devil you inflicted without mercy, the daughter dell`Erebo and Night, happy and sated sway like a ship and the Lord comes with its lighthouse you will indicate the direct path that was lost in the dark forest, Oh Dante, my mother sings to your ways and your praises more high and wise and I l will listen as eco death that m awaits, in this dark night more obscure other, the news of your presence in sky makes me lost. Oh Mother Ive torn the fragile remains and my crying weighs like blood, my heart for a moment and stopped. Singing to You, oh Mother the most high verses of my poetry imbued of irrational logic and reason of life, they reach you as heavenly sound, in that angle universe where the Lord your host and t listen, you who m impartisti lessons of faith and life and you were my angel, talk to those who do not t have heard and both teacher towards gl other, and towards glAngeli you devotees and prone. Evening of winged fairies, tonight, the bones wrapped in black robes and sumptuous gown pearls, ascended to heaven divine, shine spread of stars, and the night sky will have a light in more, will say no more love your husband tonight to sleep, of her and her father textile dreams forever, that a woman, my sainted mother, see more of the Sun or the Moon chiaror nights of summer solstices: the night as a veil face darkens but does not obscure the pious pale skin. Your eternal silence or burns my heart, My soul burns without you, your smell annihilates me and confuses me, Mother, s`effonde in the room and the walls drip with happiness spent and spent and now over, silent , dripping with sweat and wonder, to force witnesses d`amara remembrance degl years, between sounds and music that infuses the voice of Christ in the heavenly choir from you reached. The shot other times the Sickle had unleashed, but his eye satanic swerved the right aims, so the spectral black woman by the head cloaked fled his face gaunt, pregnant d`ira fatal heart and anxious to see death. By now youve won, or the Goddess of Death in the world and some of unquestioned truth ! My mother sleeps in the shroud d gold, in endless sleep without breaths and goes between the Dreams by uncertain response, sways like a ship in a sea of stars, where the horizons no longer border and the dove flies through the mirrors of space, bringing with them the white orchid collection from your hands and in sowing eternal. It is now over! I contemplate your body back, your pretty face ashen and your blonde hair and eyes whose properties and green inviolable that l`eterna death has transfigured and obscured, is now over! Confused tears and smile, words vibrating in the air like the tremor of your hands and my hands synchronous, so pushes me to do the sad fate and the irony of your sentences agree in me. Now its over, oh my mother, my forever! Sleep, rest and dreams amidst laurel and olive trees, l infinite with Morpheus, Fantasio and Phobetor nell`eterno harem, mentr`io, sad and collected in excruciating pain, hand l`elegìa you, your grace, oh mother, I sing, your sorrow and your joy, your elegance was a charm, you abbigliavi always in harmony and symbiosis with gl events ... A great legacy you left me: knowing how to live with great love, the charity and forgiveness, rispettar the dignity of those who are on the side and say everything heard heart with humble words, the cemetery your sleep extends timeless wrapped in the mantle of God, hard cold marble lies about you and your Serrera tomb and a photo will depict your face eternally happy; I weep and kindle a candle, then, exhausted, shut the gate, but I will leave my heart buried there to keep you company forever.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 11:01:27 +0000
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