The sky is for donkeys
Faithful servant suffreteux shy and with soft eyes carved in sadness, you too, heaven will open its doors. When you feel at midnight on the mower to run in the woods and fields, do not be afraid! Do not resist if your blood runs dry in your veins, if dreams invade you before dusk, if you feel tired from you and your heart seems lighter.
Brame last time your song of hope, a little donkey in the cloak of velvet! The world hath not denied. Go, let yourself go! Take part in the caravan of donkeys thy brethren, if you see pass. The celestial kingdom will welcome you with joy. The grass above it is not already a caress? Trafficking of your lungs that air fragrant watermelon and orange orchard. More than myth, more than mirages but a silver fish lake affable. Eternal garden of delights at your feet, the peaceful oasis of poets awaits your nostrils silk, nice Dapple.
The Lord, our father was able to recognize your humility. Nathalie Benoit
The April 13, 2004
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