This morning my two granddaughters adoratissime I have woken up with a warm brioche with Nutella on Valentine's day. Waking up in this way, with the sweetness of Nutella and their embrace was just beautiful.
You know, Valentine's Day is misused, abused or rather super, commercially speaking, the same result but a great poem of Neruda, dedicated to all lovers. And the public one of my old photos, just think, 'of 1970! Yes see that we were in love lost, eh ...
Toni
Two happy lovers make one bread, one drop of
moon grass, two shadows walking
Permit unite,
leave one sun empty in a bed.
Of all the truth they chose the day:
s'uccisero with no wires, but with an aroma
and not break the peace or the words.
's the happiness a transparent tower.
air, the wine should be with the two lovers, gives them the night
its petals happy
are entitled to all the carnations.
Two happy lovers have no end, neither death
born and die many times through,
have the eternity of nature.
moon grass, two shadows walking
Permit unite,
leave one sun empty in a bed.
Of all the truth they chose the day:
s'uccisero with no wires, but with an aroma
and not break the peace or the words.
's the happiness a transparent tower.
air, the wine should be with the two lovers, gives them the night
its petals happy
are entitled to all the carnations.
Two happy lovers have no end, neither death
born and die many times through,
have the eternity of nature.
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