Here you will find the Poem The Second Madrigal of poet Anna Swirszczynska
A night of love exquisite as a concert from old Venice played on exquisite instruments. Healthy as a buttock of a little angel. Wise as an anthill. Garish as air blown into a trumpet. Abundant as the reign of a royal Negro couple seated on two thrones cast in gold. A night of love with you, a big baroque battle and two victories.