The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/Adonic Angela-Luis Bacalov

[00:06.59]Today I stretched out next [00:08.15]to a pure young woman [00:09.88]as if at the shore of a white ocean, [00:12.44]as if at the centre of a burning star [00:14.56]of slow space. [00:16.75]From her lengthily green gaze [00:18.33]the light fell like dry water, [00:20.84]in transparent and deep circles [00:22.52]of fresh force. [00:25.10]Her bosom like a two flamed fire [00:26.81]burned raised in two regions, [00:28.71]and in a double river reached [00:30.13]her large, clear feet. [00:33.40]A climate of gold scarcely ripened [00:35.42]the diurnal length of her body [00:37.00]filling it with extended fruit [00:38.88]sand hidden fire.