Divine providence
Invades, tending a vile torment
Passion that intoxicates me and dominates me,
How revolting, feeling
At the same time denies and offers.
I write every verse, make a poem
Express how thirsty I am now,
The song that brought you; whenever you repeat
And the seat is placating invigorates
Exhausted, he fell asleep in your lap,
Full as full of pleasure
Fruitful with tenderness, land and soil,
Then just calmly collect
Of life that occurs without penance
Love, a divine providence.
MARCOS LOURES
Invades, tending a vile torment
Passion that intoxicates me and dominates me,
How revolting, feeling
At the same time denies and offers.
I write every verse, make a poem
Express how thirsty I am now,
The song that brought you; whenever you repeat
And the seat is placating invigorates
Exhausted, he fell asleep in your lap,
Full as full of pleasure
Fruitful with tenderness, land and soil,
Then just calmly collect
Of life that occurs without penance
Love, a divine providence.
MARCOS LOURES
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