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Loving as no one knows
Mirela Necula
Romania
Full of immortality through a famous place called Egypt,
Queen Cleopatra uncovers the sanctuary of the gods of Olympus,
When the vain sorrows have sunk in the epic of love,
With a fiery smile,enters whipping the crippled time.
A special beauty that faded the sweet divine sun,
As only a fine goddesscan smoothly seduce history,
In a chaotic rhythm opening the gate of femininity,
"Blowing through sound shells" moving the sap of humanity.
Surrounded by the sound of a horseshoe piercing the vault of stars,
In the night when Marc Antonio bet on them,
She adorned the palace with the grandest feast,
To move the little fellow, but also the tall one, libertine.
With bright, unseen laurels, scattering gold petals,
And fine wines, as never drunk, as never tasted,
She hung her enchanting morning stars on the tables in the vast night,
And the ruddy lambs, stuffed with superb ripe whispers.
The time has come when the enchanted flute announces clear sounds,
That the queen of beauty in the golden chariot appears with new graces,
And she holds in her hand the incandescent incense of Egypt.
Which breaks away loyal smiles surrounding the aura of the earth.
Marc Antonio applauds the goddess's charming endeavor,
And declares her victorious in all the realms of the gods,
And he kneels when faces unraveled her secrets,
Speaking with his hand outstretched before Cleopatra:
My supreme mistress, you are the red sanctuary of my spell!
Since you spark light, my heart has no guard!
If you desire to overcome hell with all the loves united in one!
Receive this ring with all eternity, for sure!
My heart is empty temple when the morning screams!
And it doesn't seem to overcome the fear when only the fog reigns!
I will raise the pyramids of love from flowers for all!
And a golden one on the wave of the night, for the love you carry for me.
Feeling as hot as Prometheus' fire,
The goddess embraces his hand full of his godly grace,
And she lifts him with a touching gesture in a perfume hug,
Gifted by legends and by her endless and twisted path.
We all know that life runs through our minds!
That clothed only in gold you do not rule the earth!
Only, beloved, do you reap the adornment of love to be yours!
The eyes from the grub of the heart when you keep it in the kingdom!
Thus, the goddess spoke begging the mercy of the days to come.
Loving the chosen one as no one has seen, as no one knows.
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