Comments
Loading Dream Comments...
You must be logged in to write a comment - Log In
Artistin the baroque church between candles and roses. The sounds are heard of the drum and the reed. They rush the exit From your niche to Appeared Virgin. Soft bristle brushes They clean the dust from The ages. Booty women With satin skirts And tears of devotion dress again to the virgin of asunción. Let the songs sound! Tomorrow the virgin is a pilgrim At dawn With the drizzle dissipated Wearing his blue suit And his silver crown.
in the baroque church
between candles and roses.
The sounds are heard
of the drum and the reed.
They rush the exit
From his niche to the ghost
Soft bristle brushes
They clean the dust from
The ages.
Booty women
With satin skirts
And tears of devotion
dress again
to the ghost of assumption.
Let the songs sound!
Tomorrow the ghost goes on a pilgrimage
At dawn
With the drizzle dissipated
Wearing his blue suit
And his silver crown.
