LOVE...
I never imagined how much love
Now take the assault that remains
And penetrate beyond the mere chink
Generating the dismay redeemer
The path shaping up in thistle and flower
The price to pay for pain and party
At the same time as management aborts,
And if it makes lurid praise
To love is to have these infinite hands
And how many times I need peace
And feel the turbulence on the horizon
But I know that after that, as I bring,
Wrapped in tempestas, this cuddle,
From Hell to Paradise, a beautiful bridge...
MARCOS LOURES
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