I. <br /> <br />ibis <br />ibiza <br /> <br />iris <br />iridescent <br /> <br />decent <br />cents <br /> <br />be <br />a biz beach <br /> <br />circo loco <br />coconut grove <br /> <br />under the ground <br />underground <br /> <br />metrocolor <br />stellar lines <br /> <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />mimosa <br />mater dolorosa <br /> <br />early warning <br />in the balearic morning <br /> <br />air spring <br />left wing <br /> <br />of my villa <br />dies illa <br /> <br />in my wooden soul <br />there is the glimmer of a fruity spotlight <br /> <br />like aurora <br />through my boreal eyes <br /> <br />in a infinite life of another life <br />i pray to jesus<br /><br />Nicolas GRENIER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ibiza-2/
