Sunday, January 8, 2012



I thought you knew my desires...
I thought just knew of my errors
By knowing the fields of exiles
Where rest, fools, our kisses!
Entrails and searched for ways,
The valleys mountain ranges were fruitless.
We thought love like brothers
Basically, feelings become corrupted...
Now I know my faults,
My lips will seek like a sun...
My eyes devouring beautiful breasts.
In life, I have this delirium crust
I love you! I seek you, sunflower,
In your majesty, immense desire...

Marcos Loures

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