i have found my own philosophy
over the pond's breeze
on the swan's gentle beak
i learned beauty may be a religion
and the truest form of purity
is not the cloak over the virgin's brow
but the sing coming from the sea
from the one wild lily
taken away by the seaside wind
and true beauty is nothing but purity
and the one lonely lily
may also be a million
taken away by a million winds
flowing over a million seas
and purity is nothing but nature
where the truest beauty is.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Tecelã de Sonhos - Poesia D'água
PoetryMyths, Dreams and Poetry. port/eng it is a hymn as much as it is an obsession - but isn't it holy? - Vim d'uma morosa manhã de abril, cresci como coruja cantante na copa do pau-brasil, tornei-me como bruma e desfiz-me...
