When spring is pouring wild
and winter long forgotten
I rejoice in your tranquil beauty
and sleep on your longing breast
I dream of your lips so tender
as upon my body they caress
lovingly, lovingly, lovingly...
Your sweet-sounding voice wakes me
and your lips, ever hungry, part in kisses of inhuman ecstasy.
"Have you dreamt of me, dear violet?"
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...
