segunda-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2012

Drought of the past

Drought of the past

The drought of the past, finally, desert

And I feel the gentle rain and promising

Preparing the entire solo and from now on

I will happiness near here.

Who came of a journey so uncertain,

You already know judging the redemptive

Presence of a lover. The life emerges

Making the heart much more expert.

In the looking hearty brightness, shining,

The softness of the hands on my chest,

Love that just mastered everyone

That invades possessor, benevolent.

Happiness it is one complete right

Brought the peace sincere that I want.

Marcos Loures

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