segunda-feira, 4 de junho de 2012

Deserts ...

Deserts ...

In tastefully of crystal cup
The wine is matured in my cellar,
Where this will now get attached
Tracing this moment masterfully
Love to know such a ritual,
Because new directions, for navigating
Knowing the divinity of this delivery
Realize this unparalleled delirium,
In languid presence of women
While immersed in one soul is fascinated
Inside the paradises parted,
And so in celebration and dance the night vanishes,
Hardly matter now that the rain drops,
But inside me, living deserts ...

MARCOS LOURES

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