YOUR VOICE
With your friendly voice, soft and frank
I say good morning I dreamed.
The night we spent all white
Perfect face and feel divine,
That life that we never stagnate
The river of desire in which it sustains.
Open your door, gaping,
Leaving each well marked trail,
The rose plant, red,
In looking you let me, love.
After both had almost nothing
The rest, in your breast preserved.
How much I wanted to lose,
The good ever wanted was you ...
MARCOS LOURES
With your friendly voice, soft and frank
I say good morning I dreamed.
The night we spent all white
Perfect face and feel divine,
That life that we never stagnate
The river of desire in which it sustains.
Open your door, gaping,
Leaving each well marked trail,
The rose plant, red,
In looking you let me, love.
After both had almost nothing
The rest, in your breast preserved.
How much I wanted to lose,
The good ever wanted was you ...
MARCOS LOURES
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