ARISING
Appearing these pities; terrible
What these wind licking foliage
Sounding the most incredible affection,
Sweet love allows so many trips ...
I want to be more serene future
And having the placid lake this good
Living without complaints, so mild,
In the flower bed in laughter and the fine pat ...
No complaints of bitterness or sadness,
Away from the hardships, the affronts,
The courtyards of such beauty as febrile
Nights, our dances, lances dizzy.
I want your love that never fails,
Have you in my bed, a geisha and a saint ...
MARCOS LOURES
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