Rigatoni Zucchini Miele Recipe

Remnants of a warm summer sun

pierce like spears
The cost of the ethereal sky
(For the occasion
a gray suit)

gently illuminate the gold from the earth grows
All
while birds flutter in the air

as drunk by the constant chatter of a stream

That regardless
continues her hectic
Chat with a Nature
impartially
property on his observation:
"The animals want to play
Men kill

And everything is sacred And everything is profane


And the truth I am the truth "On this account
The water was silent

And the birds find their way

What, forget,
They were desperately looking for.