PERFUME

PERFUME

Every delicacy of a perfume

May your soul exudes divine beloved,

Brings me to an Eden Gardens. Fire

Stars brighten my road...

Savor each magnificent

Feast you offer, a custom

Heavenly, which both attracts, pleases

The palate, the eyes, without complaining.

My fantasy transformed

In the most beautiful woman God created,

More fine porcelain, covered

For more delicate hands, today am

Just an empty, almost nothing

Without you, I have left very little...

You seek, then the dream

I have nothing, not the ground...

Haunts me, so ghastly.

MARCOS LOURES