the wind was carrying the leaves and fairies to the sky in that forest there were sorrows complaining fairies always complained that they had not heard the sound of the harp for a long time because the angel who played harp lute harp had gone from those valleys of yellow flowers in the darkness of the immense starry Night
my love I always carry in my heart I know that I have nothing more I have everything with you here even though my heart always tells me in my dreams that the moon and the sun will always deceive I see in the clouds your look my soul is the magic flowers from the garden
with the many celestial colors that
there is in the light of his brilliance the wind
always with a sweet kiss will give you consolation he is also the mirages and paths that takes you away in the deserts
the wind was taking the leaves and fairies to the sky if your heart you shut up to the world my verses is your voice
The sun always with its celestial light had hidden from your gaze as if you had never seen it before.
with the many celestial colors that
there is in the light of his brilliance the wind
always a sweet kiss will give you consolation He is also the mirages and paths that takes you away in the deserts I do not see you sadder complainer like a bird of the desert