Last January we posted a song by Simon & Garfunkel. Here is another minimalist masterpiece. Whatever happened to poets and musicians like them?
April, come she willWhen streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms again.
June, she'll change her tune,
in restless walks she'll prowl the night.
July, she will fly
and give no warning to her flight.
August, die she must,
the autumn winds blow chilly and cold.
September, I'll remember
a love once new has now grown old.
Parabéns tamen polo blogue, moi interesante...sobre todo esta última entrada, que lembranzas...pura poesía, forma parte da miña vida. Ademáis estou vendo a s fotos do cole, jajaja , canto corrin por ahi, xogando as canicas, a campá que tocaba Chema Figueroa...bufff...Grazas!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words, Ramón. We're happy that you enjoy Labor English Zone.
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