The end of the poem Sonnet: As quiver full of arrows And what divine milk and rich cream I make my sonnet a great poem of poems of all poets. Realizing the ideal of our goals A voice turned our motto, Fire burning in love, light does not burn like torches of all athletes. Olympics peace of existence The secrets of being, living feat, smiling like a child who does not cheat. Dar target all Exalting disillusioned at the summit of the evidence, the supreme truth, our conscience! Sonnet faithful friend to the patient’s anger gives mocking laughter But no one, not accepting the bad spine might think, If the rose blooms, not the steps. Mass respectful silence as quiet and keeps the secret of his mine, misjudgments and rage, remove it, will never tire or run away quickly. No charges suspicious, is a good friend, but overcome evil with good, if it disturbs and makes debt forgiveness, not our enemy.
With gold in his mine is not begging, Serena not peat or disturbs, for straight and vertical, the curve does not go! Sonnet Inspiration Inspired by nature voice Sol and rain that everyone belongs And in the fields of the world green again, A poem is a creation of beauty. It is the supreme truth of such a feat be a poet, eyes deserve the wind flower blooming star, Superior to fame and wealth. A poem is the whole universe And the universe is a poem. Silence is all, a whole verse. Fire and light in the soul, it burns us inspiration Quiet, quiet smooth with their tongue in the skin, the supreme voice! Sonnet pundonor without disappointment I feel matador in the bullfight is my deception And crutch true Maybe I’m behind the barrier Trickster, Fiesta brava at the show of my life. I quote the bull and stand their attacks And I girded my waist everywhere, Ligand each pass my way round in the ring output. Dante and Beatrice in the first row of the Divine Comedy, with me Just in case the bull kills me. Pundonor Learning the sword does not hesitate to die, glorious feat The triumph of life, ever fools!