WHEN I SEE YOU
Whenever I see you I imagine
The sun is buried in these eyes,
Brightness that love always get
The moon in silence nothing auscultation.
The circles described by the web
The lovely moon shines on targets,
Sometimes, holy hours, give me fire
The flame that burns me, beautiful trails...
So soft mist that falls
For soft and quiet on this turf.
While the storm is gone already,
Plotting under the moon, immense jungle.
The sun, so meekly, has been taking
The earth in thy loving looks too...
MARCOS LOURES
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