Venasu
The goddess who love the noble governing
Translates beauty and light to those who given,
Perpetuating the spring in the soul,
Tracing that firmly tendency,
The time spell in another dream and flower
The lot is undoubtedly loses
Generating expects in another hard step,
Presumes the song at last liberator
But I know that not escape of these claws,
Even if it is finally into a mere cloth
From Venasu I will never hide,
The love mastering on every moment,
Although nothing guarantees us that,
By feeding on light fantasy.
Marcos Loures
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