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ASK THE HORIZON, ENRICHED WITH BLOOM OF STARS
Ask the horizon, adorned the flourishing of stars. In Him I trust, that you know who I am. The breeze I entrusted the burden, with which crosses time wandering hope. Whoever obeys his eyes to the laws of love, knows that it is usually break the veto imposed by the censor, avoiding the path followed by those who always dispenses advice. Only love and its tyranny I submit my heart, and the look of love imperious recognize sovereign. Because love is it but look that turns on passion, and ill with an evil that evil is a remedy? How many days spent chasing gazelles, gaining experience of amorous unions. What good, then if one day I was alone with only that I loved, and the shiny eye dart was pierced. She smiled, and I already crying blind eyes I saw stolen. It made me think that lip that rice moved to a source, which means the most ardent thirst quench would know, but surrender imposed the chaste love that I swore. Yet one night in my bed where he slept the full moon, while the eye of the starry sky none other than me was hard to watch, pearls of a moon laughing sucked sweetest sap wine. Yes, I kissed the pink one that embeds pearl. Oh freshness lip that quenches kisses. I spent the night with tears spraying the rose of the face, until the daffodil eye was not of the same whiteness of dawn.
(Ibn Zamrak)
