Hoop

The world is sometimes something

the mind ends and the beautiful,

daring to love, he-goats.

September around the corner and the days

Shorter fishy happens over the country.

The sky came a humming of the sea

the symphony, and the northern lights dance.

Summer is already past the sun

Minute shone, glowed for a while.

Capturing the feeling of love,

tightness in the head hoop.

I am writing a story,

an ode to ram capriciously.

It's not always money that

the world is best able to rotate.

The last days of August,

woman will see

the future concentrated?

Who would want me to seem connected?

Solid intoxicating feeling in the bone,

thoughts spinning in the stars, moon.

The remaining only in dreams,

they commemorate the summer

I had with me. I miss you,

Humor caused it.

Never play with the emotions of man,

you can generate too much longing.

Note the kind of world wind

I turn my back to cold.

Last rhymes I write this story.