Sentir em no's Sentir em no's Uma razao Para nao ficaemos sos E nesse abraco forte Sentir o mar No nossa voz Chorar como quem sonha Semoe navegra Nas velas rabras desteamor Ao longe abarca louca perde o norte Ammore mio Si non ce stesso mare eto Num ce stesse manch'lo Ammore mio L'Ammore esiste quanno nuje Ammore .
شعر فى الغة البرتغالية .

I am a dotted silver dropped from heaven By the gods .Nature then take me ,to the fields and valleys.Iam beautiful pearls, plucked from the Crown of ishtar by the daughter of dawn To embellish the garden .When i cry the hills laugh; When i humble my self the flowers rejoice;When i bow ,all things are elated .The field and the cloud are lovers And between them I am a messenger of mercy.I quench the thirst of one;I cure the ailment of others.The voice of thunder declares my arrival ;The rainbow announces my departure.Iam like earthly life,which begins at The feet of the mad elements and end Under the upraised wings of death I emerge from the heart of the sea and soar with the breeze .When i see a field in Need ,I descend and embrace the flowers and The trees in a million little way.I touch gently at the window with my soft fingers,and my announcement is a Welcome song .All can hear ,but only The sensitive can understand.The heat in the air gives birth to me,But in turn I kill it ,As woman overcomes man with The strength she takes from him .Iam the sigh of the sea ;The laughter of the field;The tears of heaven .So with love Sighs from the deep sea affection ;Laughter from the colourful field of the spirit;Tears from the endless heaven of memories.

![[Per le saette tue ,Amor ,ti giuro,e per la tua possenteescara face,che,se ben questa m'arde e l cor mi sface,e quelle mi feriscon ,non mi cuto;quantunque nel passato e nel futuro qual l'une acute ,e qual l'altra vivace ,donne amorose ,e prendi qual ti piace ,che sentisser hiamai ne fian ne furo;perche nasce virtu da questa pena che'll senso del dolor vince ed abbaglia, si che on non duole,o non si sente appena .Quel,che l'anima e lcorpo mi travaglia ,e la temenza ch'a morir mi mena che l foco mio sia di paglia.]]></message>
شعر فى الغة الطليانية .

احزر..مامعنا ..من الاكل خرج اكلٌ ومن الجافي خرجت حلاوة .

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