KAMA SUTRA
Alvoreço em tons de rosa,
ainda suado da faina noturna
no longo enlace de estar com ela.
Amamos e amamos,
muitas vezes, seguidamente,
personagens de livro indiano
jovens, fortes e belos,
o corpo transcendendo o espírito
num gozo celestial.
Olho pela janela,
o jornaleiro ainda não abriu a banca,
estou dorido e só.
Antonio Carlos Rocha
KAMA SUTRA
I am dawning in shades of pink,
still sweaty from the toil night
the long bond to be with her.
We have made love, made love,
often thereafter
like Indian book characters,
young, strong and beautiful,
the body transcending spirit
in a heavenly joy.
I look out the window,
journeyman has not yet opened the bank,
I am sore and alone.
I am dawning in shades of pink,
still sweaty from the toil night
the long bond to be with her.
We have made love, made love,
often thereafter
like Indian book characters,
young, strong and beautiful,
the body transcending spirit
in a heavenly joy.
I look out the window,
journeyman has not yet opened the bank,
I am sore and alone.
Antonio Carlos Rocha
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