Versamentos

S.M.R. I Desejo que me desperta quando em vigília se prolonga: traz lembranças intensificadas da  elegância dos movimentos. Minha vida, meu desejo intempestivo. Corre vagarosamente. Traz permanente regozijo dos instantes imemoriais. Sei que o que é par reside adiante, e que destoa do toque intransigente. Persigo um desejo de longos anos: vejo o escoar das mãos longínquas delineando o corpo incandescente.

On the notion of future The sound of wind, the joy of a kiss What more is left, if not for a bliss? The horizons of your life are yet unseen: But you'll only become what you have been All that has gone is thoroughly good If the afternoon's sunset  is sunrise of today The pace of willingness, is needless to say Separates laughs from a senseless flood I wish you give birth to a better you To make your life yellow, rather than blue. What have you thought as your final run? So ask yourself at heart, trying to transcend: Have you ever thought the final scene as a sun? Or have you ever felt like tomorrow has no end?