I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Minggu, 10 Juli 2011

Me et Vos

Dum aurora consurgens exspectantes post aulaeum
Et vidi te inter se, non vanis
Indicabo me et vos singuli post oculum utriusque speciei ..
Me et vos ..
Si modo non fuerit verbum 'ego' et 'vos' ..
Vivamus non nunc placida haec ..
Me et vos ..
iaculis id est ex gratia Dei ..
Me et vos ..
Deus est simul esse in aeternum .. 

-Esteban-Savolenica

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