When we left to the village

I thought that we would rain.

But soon after you started

to shine a splendid sun

and when we arrived to the countryside

we were then a beautiful day

at the beginning of october.


Golden trees against

the blue sky,

we quietly rocking our crowns

near the channel spangled

with yellow leaves

and by the smooth hills

we pursue

this kind of honey’s smell

of the land in these days.


Later we kissed.

And we could to feel the maturity

of the summer to golden

majestic our land

with the autumn’vines.




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