PRISON which liberates
In a rare and beautiful flower,
In a rare and beautiful flower,
love blossoms,
spreading a delicious perfume
in the garden.
Much more than I imagined, than I dreamed,
invading the room and taking care of
everything,
seeping into my nostrils
and making the heart race uncontrollably.
Life in the past was so bitter;
Life in the past was so bitter;
promises an infinite sweetness,
finally.
My chest,
My chest,
a free bird,
let it hold for this wonderful cage,
my soul soars, making this paradox,
that only love can bring,
that frees me to prison...
MARCOS
LOURES
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