Walk slowly, they're holding hands
the mature love, the sincere love.
He, perhaps some eighty years,
She, little more than seventy.
The love germinates in their eyes,
their intertwined hands prove
Read More
Woman! beautiful woman
Why you paint the face with a masquerade?
Why have you stopped being a natural woman?
With so many accessories that deform your face, hiding your beautiful being.
Perhaps,
Read More
The hours are overwhelmed in the summertime, the dreams are dragged sleepy. A drop of water it dries over petals. The sadness it's walking, along the dry powder, and one forgets the time. A kiss
Read More
I love and despise, how only despise, those which love;
I bartered my soul, the body, the heart in a kiss;
I love! and the love is smoke, is cloud, transformed in nothing.
Then I scorn; and I find
Read More