You know how to seduce a king
With gestures of a young lady
That seems an angel without wing,
In a body of magic and beautiful witch.
The computer‘s scream do not reveal
Your life among the golden demons
Whose black energy burst to kill
The happiness the heart deserves.
The Brazilian rivers and lakes
Irradiates the limpid vibrancy
To avert the wicked radiance.
The spirits of the greenwoods
Will be glad if you worship them
To quell your soul with their foods.
Antonio Carlos Rocha
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