June 03, 2009

Pour

Pour more...
Your true wine of love
That the each drop of which could give an immortal life
That the each blow of whose smell is blended in the misty steam of eternity
That which stays behind the brightest cloud

Oh... who can stay after the deluge has set down
Oh... who can rises up through the chest as a sharp painful joy!
Accompanying the empty tears
Oh... The feeling of strange exuberance
Take me to the One who is the Doctor of broken hearts : Savior of the wrecked sob dwellers

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