She is perfect, 
she perceives.
The moon, there is no distance.
To Our love.
I look in the mirror at love, i see the end.
Beyond love there is peace.
The wind, messenger of  Aphrodite
Some Quake, look at the sun, 
Lookingat  at the blue wall and  thinking if I heard the message from the god olimpus i could have you in my arms, 
 and many colours.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    