My dear Ernesto and dear, dear Ryan Paul:
I wonder how many people may live in the same soul
Magic reverberation and silence with glass wings…
The rainbow of reason ,where my joyous feelings
Are walking politely in mute admiration...Senility,
With a drop of sweet recollections and serenity…
Like The Celebrated Jumping Frog …in my words`mud
I hope my playful rhyme to happily hop to Spring Bud
And somebody from Calaveras County,- a princess
To bring me her poetical kiss and the key of success:
Still I am waiting for this wonder that rarely happens.
That is why I play with both rhymes, and princesses;
Marina, please excuse the mule rhythm of my verses:
The Fool from Shakespeare was I, in other times;
The wounded swimmer in other unwritten rhymes;
Good John, there across a flowered field, I also gaze
Like Little Prince among the shinning friendly maze…
“If you tame a flower, you have to care it…” I sing, I spring
I caress your rose Mika, with sweetest thoughts of spring.
Ne t-on fait pas: on c`on sortira ,Clarence! Comme il faut:
Where untouched flowers grow alone, ton rève est tres beau;
Each verse never alone grows towards good night…
Myself I put my heart on the palm of the same light.