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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