WARMTH
Almost religious silence
Warmth in these verdant meadows.
I wanted both of gentle enjoyment
Laying turf those two lovers.
Looking at stars quietly
Tiredness loves this done.
The night announced suddenly
Oozes delighted that this dream.
Murmur so distant waters of a river,
The wind shook these leaves,
Reborn love this crazy heat
And the moon dating such trips ...
Beloved as a dream you're here,
In sweet fantasy, baby lived ...
MARCOS LOURES
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