Madame de Bourbon-Conti, 1731, Noel-Nicolas Coypel
step forward to traveling
metal objects between the stars
in men with tired,
rape the moon
opening yourselves pharmacies.
E 'full time grape
and the wine begins to live
between the mountains and the sea.
In Chile dancing cherries,
singing girls brown
water glitters in the guitars.
The sun kisses every door
and does wonders with the grain.
The first wine is pink,
sweet soft like a child;
the second wine is robust
as the voice of sailor
and third wine is a topaz,
a poppy and a fire.
My house has sea and land,
my wife has big eyes
wild hazel
when night comes the sea
dress in white and green,
and the moon between the foam
dream as a Marine wife.
I will not change the planet.
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