domingo, junho 17, 2012

The Touch of Reaality




My princess is a beautifuul babe
and fountain of my desire
and flame of wonderfull nights.
whem I dreamed to be with her
caressing the face and the hair.

She lights me on fire
the fire of love
the fire of life.

But the splendour is only poetry
a trick of the imagination
because I am lonely and sad
a point lost in the universe
of her infinite behaviors.

I miss her sugar kisses
the satin of the flesh
the pure touch of reality.


Antonio Carlos Rocha




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