"O amor não envergonha, não rejeita. O amor incita a crescer, inovar, criar.
O amor transforma, aflora sentimentos nobres".


domingo, 29 de junho de 2003

White Fantasy


In my dream,
I found myself galloping
my white horse
with a silk mane.
It past midnight/
as I ride thru
the magic forest
as if we are flowing
against the wind
Faster and faster
flying without wings
In my fantasy;
as I gaze at the skies
Sweat running/
the smell of the leather
Perhaps, I feel so much enjoyment
I can feel the breeze
thru my pores
I can feel his bright eyes
running with ecstasy
And we go faster and faster

thru the night

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