rests in a corner and fallen, declined, winter,
in slow retreat,
willing to live their imminent exile.
And today, this afternoon, on time, has promoted the spring as a balloon, have been slain
bonzo to notaries in their offices, basting
colored grapes and sunshine and joy.
The pyrotechnics of the earth, the planets and the aromas
suddenly has plagued the world, stirring
closets and cabinets.
tear Gynecologists burning flowers girls pubic and political commissars
attempt to correct the incorrigible
eternal spring only because today has crashed, beautiful,
against late and filled with lights and colors
soul streets, trees, the nuns
and squirrels,
renewing the earth, opening a new horizon, re-qualifying our ramshackle
hopes.
equinox flower dust clean the mirrors,
sprinkled lime green, lemon yellow and patios, widen the lungs
of the masons, sex
tender will beat the novices.
all boils because the harvest is ready,
gong naked bodies warm and life-
vast and full-
resonates among the stars,
now hover over the universe much lower than usual.
is futile to fight what lies ahead.
Useless. Completely useless ... So we go to spring!
This new spring in place now will pay us fills us with fresh
peace, besiege us with very round and full moons, invite us to open
precious books under the green branches,
stretched the evening to extend the contours of the world will dance mature
dough colors our stony hearts. Already
flowers burst without permission, the air smells green and blue. Aspiring
chips everyday existence
quiet that poured the white light again
feel the soul on the scales
rages around us how something invisible and very large
that in the end, each spring, always extends and deepens us, we
eternal,
inviting us down briefly peered through the gap endless
the beautiful mystery that is existence.
Greetings Jim.
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