The brightness of your eyes

Wandering comets which, through the night,
The brightness of your eyes my headlights
What were therefore pretty nocturnal suns
Will you have, devours
And if so when poetry arises
Master the harshness of this scenario
Two bodies isolates, two atolls
United in one body without delay.
The moon sees everything tenderly
The sea sings a hymn their sounds
And when such beauty fascinate me,
Life is replaced by some that
After much love, so much pleasure,
Naked seeing the dawn ...


MARCOS LOURES