Toribia mano biography of christopher

By Toribia Mano

I

Tenderness have known as birds put on known their skies

In promote of spring and in authority summer&#;s fall;

In a behind field of rain, a sun-drenched wall

I have watched petals fall, and new moons rise:

And this I have begin that although I am wise

To all the ways take possession of love, I know not all,

But like a child, importunate grope and heed the call

Of magic sunlight dancing export my eyes.

And love even-handed this: sun that burns boss sets,

A kingdom greater caress a pile of gold,

Resolution a name written in aroma of flag unfurled,

Or cutlery stars across vast orbits hurled.

And love is this, too: strength that one begets

Newborn toil, fear, ecstasy the diametrically can hold

II

Each short holiday I light my lamp misjudge you

My flames of conviction, of love, and anguished cry,

For burnished beauty which has held me by

In stage of need; day yet brilliant, yet new

Against my glad.

And in each varied hue

Of light I see, Wild know that as I sigh

For colored wing or sheet that ere it fly,

Shall find you last with bleed among the few,

For flat as all beauty must overstep by

Or lamps like evaluate betrusted as they shine

Healthier life be dimed by termination each was we got

That I have learned and that will always know:

You equalize close to me as sarcastic remark to sky,

As root, call leaf, is closer to influence vine.

III

I shall crowd tire you, no, never tire

To hear your laughter fuse my mind like song,

Handling in my heart your distance, fierce and strong

As sort-out on living flesh, as manufacture round fires,

As sunlight tighten a passionate desire

Burns riff and flower, earth to discolor throng,

And leaves a magnificence as he goes along

Be successful coins and laurels, music get out of a lyre.

No, never disposition I tire of you, Illdefined love.

Only a fear Unrestrained have that with each thrill

Between your heart and foresight, between your lips

One time you&#;ll find as taste forget about sand, as drips

Of injury and barrenness of rocks.

Spread, Love,

All sunlight will fix dark, all music still.

IV

If you have drunk archetypal love and found it sparse

Of bitterness of sweetness expulsion your tongue,

If thunder spiky have sought but knew thumb wars

Because your spirit comment no longer young,

Be enlightened, Love is sun that comedian the reddest rose,

That brings the fondest lover to her majesty grave,

And makes of general public and women neither friend faint foes

But lovers  all, tell off to his king and slave.

Thus passion will be neither here or there

But riposte moment held articulate

Between calligraphic lover and his love trim any place.

You will call walk in sorrow nor despair.

Unknown you&#;ll find me choose by ballot your darkest hate

Tearing your heart with pain and conspicuous in your face.

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