Reels... Yerevan, tour of Armenia

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I saw a cloud sorridere
while the heavy tears bathed the breast

I saw a pink flower
between the indifference of the people

I saw the moon bow
to collect its shadow on earth slip

I saw a baby joy
cradled by the arms of his mother

I saw two lovers exchanging skin
in moments of magic without end

I saw a small tree lick
the flight of a sparrow undecided

And the river runs slow
with the murmur of the old
observes the young torrent
adapt in the placid waters of his anse