YOUR POEMS

YOUR POEMS.


As I read your poems,

 I realized how plunged without defenses,

without fear or whether

 there was the long awaited beach, or even a pier.
Daring beyond what could,

trying to believe wings,

when in fact only the dream would not achieve anywhere,

 the fall was inevitable.
But the sun, complacent,

no melted wax to infinity

and you came with your sweet and gentle verses,

 concise and gentle,

peaceful, but never passive.
Verses of struggle and friendship,

battle and peace.
As I read your poems,

I began to feel that the wings allow us to see

beyond the limits determined by the daily.
And I saw that though the winter is cold,

 the sun's heat will allow us to survive.

CONFRARIA LOURES