November 25 2008
Love words ….
I have read this poetry … … it has seemed the most beautiful to me!!!
When the love calls you
follow it,
even if it has steep and hard roads.
And when at the wings you it will be wrapped,
give up to him,
even if,
it lock between the feathers,
the blade will be able to injure you.
And when he talks to you,
you believe in him,
even if his voice can disperse the dreams to you
as the wind of the North devastates the garden.
Then that, as the love crowns you,
so there crocefigge,
and since it matures you so it will prune you.
Like salt on your top and it caresses the branches
that quiver more tender with the sun,
so it will go down to your roots, and over there the scuoterà
where stronger they stick the land.
Kahlil Gibran
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