A poem about you Lome

Lome let you blame the temptation

And disease me to she was the disease

Yellow does not lose its sorrows

If touched by a stone of good quality

From the palm of a free hand in a male costume

Her lovers treading and a pair of eggs,

And the night a peasant farmer from her face in the house is called to pray

And I sent it out of the mouth of the pitcher, as if it had been taken by the eye

I spit on the water until it suits the taste,

And the shape of the water if it was mixed with light to mix

Until the lights and lights are generated on a young boy

Dan is a time for them, and what will happen to them only what they want to cry

, And I do not cry for the status that was solved by India and names

It is close to Dora that the tents are built for her and that camels and herds will travel to her

Say to those who claim in science a philosophy

You saved something, and you missed things

Do not prohibit pardon if you are a woman

The embarrassment of the prohibition of religion in the estrangement.

AKKA-IGUIREN