quarta-feira, 7 de abril de 2010

Wonders of Despair

Wonders of despair

I dream of a plain of ice
That is like your heart
I hear your voice twice
I feel the presence of dark
In the echoing choice
Resounding into the distance
An embracing black voice
As gloomy as the death’s dance

Thy beautiful deadly face
Brushing towards my screaming pain
My increasing wildly disgrace
O’er and o’er again
Your bloody sweetness
The taste beyond wine
Raise my own loneliness
You not ever be mine

Renato Souza Alves

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