SIN?

SIN?

After our time, samba, bed

Snatch your neck and mouth tooth.

In the yard, backyard, in the dry mud

The way bastard; more and more urgent.

Inside your house, explore ignites.

In the mantle of madness feels love

And does the new moon the old flame

To love a sin or is nasty?

Neighbors be damned, laughter loose

Using your clothesline; as hanger.

In swirls of stars, more unruly,

Love without limits; forest and hill.

Fuck those who doubt or contain,

In love, which is vitamin, help me...

RITA DE CASSIA TIRADENTES REIS