I walk through the green field, covered with violets <br /> <br />its beautifull to my eyes, messengers of the sacred venus <br /> <br />no longer will people moff, <br /> <br />at sacred venus <br /> <br />they must drop their silk scarves over the white marble sculptures in my palace <br /> <br />people stare <br /> <br />At the great variety here <br /> <br />there everywhere <br /> <br />still surounded with chestnut trees<br /><br />cristobal Benjumea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-caan-stop-the-flowers-growing-or-the-grass-in-the-field/
