Your gentle image

I had a sweet dream:
 Around friends, wine & nbsp; river,
 We play dice, drink sherry
 And I boasted in a drunken hop,
 What even with my eyes closed,
 I recognize her from thousands,
 I recognize my Guria.
 And that hand holding,
 Through them they appear,
 Barely visible figures,
 From the depths of the hidden ages,
 Those virgins have heady features.
 Their number is greater than a Legion,
 Who do I see, my God:
 In shining armor, on a horse -
 The Invincible Brunhilde,
 Cladina - insatiable widow,
 And dark-eyed Fatima.-
 Salladin's wife.
 Athena & nbsp; all in antique power,
 The gods who fell in love with themselves,
 Emmanuel in shameless passion
 And Messalina is Her mother.
 Motives of Arabic music,
 Concubines dance so captivate.
 Here is the Nubian Queen
 And the Abbess harlot
 And the priestesses of the temple of Aphrodite,
 Dumb longing attract.
 Here the geisha are singing sweetly,
 A Somali Riida
 Sallahu Cup raised,
 I winked at her subtly-false,
 With a for shroud called.
 Here appeared at dawn,
 All maidens raised on shields,
 Trill songs were composed about them,
 Kings went mad.
 As in this morning's deception
 Suddenly she appears -
 My love, my joy,
 My beautiful wife.
 What is the grace of a Flamingo,
 With the calm tread of Queens,
 You go to the top of the pedestal,
 At the call of the beckoning Nereids.
 How full of summer honey
 Fragrant hair chestnuts.
 And his eyes mirrored the depth
 Gray-blue ripples of the ocean,
 And the look, the glittering steel.
 Kurnosik, warm breath,
 His charm is intoxicating
 And the thin outline of the scarlet lips
 Covered the corals with white teeth.
 And neck-envy Nefertiti,
 And your camp is a slender cypress,
 Whitish shoulders, inviting velvet,
 And gentle voluptuousness of the breast.
 I want everything in this face,
 That you don't know yourself -
 What a beauty,
 You're a Sculptor. -
 Immaculate features,
 One of the best Aphrodites.
 I recognize your " ARMANI»
 And in the yellow gold of the finger,
 How the lips tremble,
 At the sight of this sweet bliss.
 I don't want to Wake up,
 But something in the distance beckons,
 Your insinuating and gentle whisper:-
 "Petrus, my beloved, Wake up."
 Opened eyes, meet you -
 Your mouth, sly look.
 So it's true, it's real!