emmajane16.1775
In province
Maternal sweetnesses of the morning hour...
under skies that evoke the whims of Goya,
the cool trees move their emerald clothing
that the spring sun lavishly beautifies...
Children's voices sound... Clear water crystals...
trina the blackbird... In the street, the diligence creaks...
at this hour it seems that the blue sky will come down
a silky rain of peace and innocence...
Medardo Angel Silva
EAMONI Mainstore, EAMONI (169, 137, 33) - Moderado
In province
Maternal sweetnesses of the morning hour...
under skies that evoke the whims of Goya,
the cool trees move their emerald clothing
that the spring sun lavishly beautifies...
Children's voices sound... Clear water crystals...
trina the blackbird... In the street, the diligence creaks...
at this hour it seems that the blue sky will come down
a silky rain of peace and innocence...
Medardo Angel Silva
EAMONI Mainstore, EAMONI (169, 137, 33) - Moderado