DRAWING

DRAWING

Overflows into desires dawn
And both are infinite travel,
The days are blessed pleasures
And when one realizes framed
Following on most sublime and delicate
Boldly into shouts, screams,
Pleasures deciphered, rare rites,
The moon pours on the sidewalk
And every moment brings a sparkle hearty
Enters these thresholds dominates the room
And transcending own life emanates
Will that only quenches love,
And so to perpetrate the fantasy
The evening unfolds sovereign...

MARCOS LOURES