one day, when tenderness has become the single rule of the morning,/ I will wake in your arms. perhaps your skin will be overly gorgeous./ and the light will include the impossible understanding of love.
Love, Inspirational, Poetry
the poem doesn’t have stanzas, it has a body, the poem doesn’t have lines,/ it has blood, the poem is not written with letters, it’s written/ with grains of sand and kisses, petals and moments, shouts and/ uncertainties.
Poetry, Poem, Poems
Sempre gostei de procurar livros, não quero saber onde estão, basta-me saber que existem.
Books
2003