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1)A Brief Incomplete Definition

One year is a brief instant
One year is the past life
It is too much time and enough
And one year is nothing
One year is fast and slow
Honesty and feigning
Happiness and torment
One year is Irreversible
It is eternal and Perishable
It is infantile and Senile
One year is short and long
One year is indefinite
Like an illusion...
One year is the quiet night
One year is the affliction
Of the mind being confused and with plane fear
The heart so speeded up when I catching our hand
But that was already distant, because the time doesn't guarantee a year of warranty
Inside of the heart...
One year is lived time
With violence and tenderness
In lucidity and madness
Between the dark and the splendour
One year is indefinite
Like that was our love...

2)THE LAST WORD
I need common words to tell you "my love"
An incomplete sense
Between obvious and obsolete
The sense of those words...
I would like to have
An exclusive word
Final e definitive
So that you could really understand
An invented word To summarise
EVERYTHING in nothing
A quiet word
However never (Comitted)
And that, much more than listened
It could be done feeling
An inaudible word
An unspeakable Word
An invisible word
But I need yet common words to tell you my love!

3) Stateroon
Makes of your heart
The loved woman's stateroon
and then, keep her illuminated
And exuberant
Visit her every time
and makes the mirrors of your eyes
So that she see herself
and she be enchanted
just as enchanted
the stars and all the loved women
Makes of your affection
the flowers inside the stateroon
And her be hold
Makes of your arteries the ways
through where she will lost
and meeting in your dreams
but if some day
she deserts your heart
or not more to listen your beats
in the door of your chest
keep the happy moments
and arrange again, with love
that Stateroon...

4)A Girl of Magazine
Her name can be Luiza
or M=E1rcia
or Cl=E1udia
or Monique
or Bruna
or Angelina
She is a wonderful girl that makes herself indifferent
to my burning love
But in uncertain hours of my dreams, when she shows me
in love, balancing the body, exhibitionist...
And in this way she comes materializing in the palm of
my hand
She just becomes a certain girl,
smart and perverted,
recently-exit of the layer of the magazine
but what girl is that, unique, with the one which will I
dream always ?
At night it invades my the bed
She seizes me with force and scrubbed in my body
She removes me my short without waking up me
And with an infinite mouth
She gobbles me all, the blessed !
She is soon it is enabled riding me
She arrives without any shame
She does her love-toy of me
And leaves me anxious for the supreme joy. Pleasant !
She almost goes mad me
But after the anguish grows me
In the swinging of her go up-and-goes down
And all my body relaxes
She just disappears
On the air...

5) Our Bodies
...And finally the love
Occupying place among us
Made our bodies be united
And separated of the time
And of the external space
Only our bodies
Alone ones...
Our
atracted
bodies
Our
desired
bodies
Our
deserved
bodies
Our
confused
bodies
Our
combined
bodies
Our
explosive
bodies
Our
detonated
bodies
Our
hurried
bodies
Our
delirious
bodies
Our
breathless
bodies
Our
tasted
bodies
Our
faithful
bodies
Our
indecent
bodies
Our
bodies
without
sins...

6)Indecent Affair
Yesterday I went to sleep in a very hot lulling
When suddenly I don't see you more...
Today I woke up in a different spindle-schedule
I look ahead and I see you there behind
Pursuing me, loving me fully
In the indecent swinging that satisfies yourself
I know that I will flee, walking incoherent
Because feeling the lack that we make us
But while I walk in this way
I want for more a little bit
Of love and affection
In everything that we do
Tomorrow I will sleep in a different lulling
And in a coherent way to look at for behind
I will see if yesterday I woke up and I went going straight ahead
Or if suddenly me no longer I had peace
If I went possess you and I loved you fully
Or if I left you lacking and asking for more !
I know that will leave walking inconsequent
Thinking of the lack that we make us
It is been the more to walk, less way
Take advantage of my love
Leave me for more a little bit
While we still want more

7) Passage
The Sun shine on the window
The time doesn't wait and I feel longing
The day is hurried and runs on the city
The discharged heart
And where does my love hide?
The day passes of the hour
The Sun go in retreat
And has a Moon outside
My heart is so quiet
The time passed
and it carried my age
And where does my love
hide?
The time beat in the window
and it carried the longing
My heart so hurried The Sun shine and go away
The day passed quiet
The longing go in retreat
There is one Moon still outside
The heart waiting
The time passed in the window
and my love disappear

8) PICTURES
All our pictures
Forgotten, filed
in the drawers of the ilusion
Don't keep the same light
It's mistake with the blues
Of the night in my heart
All our pictures
Lost, shufflings
Not well revealed tangles
Hide in the loneliness
All our pictures
Are faded moments
Affection in liquidation
Pieces of shine and color
That was a great love
And that lost the emotion

9) Besides Being Endless
It will be that somewhere
In the silence of all the songs
Not more there will be the love
as did Omar Khayyan already say ?
I know that the Infinite
is waiting for me
But there will be there, also
a thousand enigmas to decipher ?
How should the life without body be ?
Who will be that can tell me ?
Will I continue to have all power ? - To reach the
limits of the Infinite, and of there to bring the eternity of the moment of
a Beautful Moonlight ? Will I continue enjoying the energy,
laughing for being worth ?=20
Transforming the injurious love in poetry, as it should be ?
Or I will just be beyond
of to Be and of the Not to Be,
without wine and without love
without music and without end (?...)

10) Breaking the Barrier of the Sound
When I broke the silence
And declare my love to you
I transcend the barrier of the sound
That trapped me
Inside of my heart
And in the explosion of that moment
In my interior, before quiet
It penetrated the turbulence of the emotion
And the serenity, before forced
It gave place to the imagination
It is ever since I have not been draming more
The not if with you - and awake...
And at nights, no more I have been being alone
To not to be with you in my side
Only visible to my eyes
Inside of my infinite loneliness

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