sexta-feira, 19 de outubro de 2012


A search of pleasure covers my day,
Rainy eyes remember every way.
For too long, I thought I was a mistake,
Thoughts come soon and I don't want to ache.
The desires of a young man, no longer obtained,
And my wishes are fearful, my mind is stained.

When I felt that I was losing it,
I took a word to somebody's soul,
And, surprisingly, I found what I stole;
The meat that I crave,
The skin that I can't hate,
Of a lonely body waving on my direction,
And I'm frustrated to feel an affection,
I can't take this type of complexion,

Ricardo Rodrigues

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