A PINK BLUE FOR RADHIKA!
It was a blue rose, rare and beautiful,
Splendid lavor of Nature,
That one day appeared, mysterious,
A red jarrão of arch-duchess.
Deparando the arch-Duke, Sri Krsna, the graceful flower,
Smiled a thought. . . In with lightness.
The late afternoon, then a beautiful rose,
Perfumava the aposento the marquesa.
And when the moon - the protective eternal --
Redoirava the palace of this story,
Tremia on real hands of Sri Sri Radha Krsna, the beautiful flower
That once in the morning, in a tavern,
Fenecia, smiling, full of glory,
In bandurra kind of a devout trovador.
It was a blue rose, rare and beautiful,
Splendid lavor of Nature,
That one day appeared, mysterious,
A red jarrão of arch-duchess.
Deparando the arch-Duke, Sri Krsna, the graceful flower,
Smiled a thought. . . In with lightness.
The late afternoon, then a beautiful rose,
Perfumava the aposento the marquesa.
And when the moon - the protective eternal --
Redoirava the palace of this story,
Tremia on real hands of Sri Sri Radha Krsna, the beautiful flower
That once in the morning, in a tavern,
Fenecia, smiling, full of glory,
In bandurra kind of a devout trovador.
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