sandra aka margarete ~ acknowledgeyourself@gmail.com

primavera, poesia, árvore




Húmido de beijos e de lágrimas,
ardor da terra com sabor a mar,
o teu corpo perdia-se no meu.

(Vontade de ser barco ou de cantar.)


Eugénio de Andrade

1 comentário:

temporariamentemigrante disse...

"Jubilation

The ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold.
The passion such it was to prove:
Worn with life's care, love yet was love."
George Crabbe