Blond as the wheats  

Of Blue eyes to crunch

Unique girl

Dressed in her tunic

  One morning of July

She is going to present him

The one for whom the heart

Her soft residence would be

Elegant, slim  

A little distinguished

The brown eyes

With only than she of horizon 

  The hour of the first dance

Had sounded what of more banal

Both interlaced

They had danced

Do not know than no to say

So much the love the rocking

The hour of return  

Without the slightest detour

Permission of midnight

Only for this night

  The car opening roof

On a rising destiny

The graveled curve

The pylon planted there

And the roof closed up

Taking forever the tender and his secrets

In this small city  

Lost as an old island

It at taken up of time

For to come alive again

And sometimes smile

For to want at least to live

  It is to you today

Than these lines I write

My thought accompanies you

Higher that the mountains

Today as tomorrow

You will be my grief

Tony

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