March

The month of March, under the sign by Fish.

What we are, why habit we take on March?

A warrior forever convinced of his victory; it is the power, it is the intelligent.

However is the first month of Spring, the first flowers, the first grass, the first sheets, a green contrasted with  the white by winter. 

The rays of sun warm the my body , I feel  likely hot, a shakes far of ice , a sun friendly that plays with the hearts.

I am asleep!

I an nostalgic!

We are lovely!

Cupid is yet entered on land, his plays, forever with craftiness, touch, touch…

What loves they are in spring.

Oh…

It’s can say.

In spring all take the life; to birth, to live with intensity, a nostalgic sign leave the footprints on you, profound , without breath.

Lovers  of a woman?

Lovers of man?

Lovers of the sense by life?

The questions that remains in privacy, only your heart feel, the heart tremble, sighing, the sun you warmed.

Silent.

Some times the silent is of gold.

Do you save you, you live , non the death.

March is a hope birth of winter, asleep in February; an awakening, a strong desire for the life.

Your hands leaves the snow, they take an another color, they hear the sensibility, a sensibility by a flower, by a wire of the grass.

Your look take the form of a tree , contemplate, him look like grows, like birth a miracles of nature.

We find the life in every insects in every plant.

The rebirth of nature.

The water will be felled , you bathed , you will felling the coldness leaved of winter, the blood invaded the veins , it is that you will wanted . 

Of now silent.

You remain whiteout the word, the spectacle of nature is great, your cut the breath, you remain to listen, to look.

A transformation of day in day , the evening you leave the tranquility , the morning you coming to discover the new things, forbidden of winter, the liberty of know.

You looked, you are curios , you have a new look, the face  has lost the wrinkles, you smile with the wind, you make with the eye at sun. 

You are an another man, you are an another woman.

The heart that beats spring.

You look, to far, non are interesting, you  liked the little things , in your hand they become the greats.

The fragrance is for all, in same time you fell the  nobility of soul.

All is for you.

A new breath, a new beat, a sign of win.

It’s the sign by March. 

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Tutto è per te.

Un nuovo respiro, un nuovo battito, un segno di vincita.

E segno lui Marzo.