(Flickr – Red Heart by Rune T)
Fields of waterfalls require faith.
Yet, I don’t fear crossings.
I believe in your embrace!
And time is our gift.
We were before the winds essence.
On such veil remains the comet’s core.
If a journey is a condition
I’ll inscribe all the steps until the end.
Every rebirth demands memory.
And I weave the shroud of red stones
into thin moonlight petals
yearning the kisses that fulfil your heart.
Myths of lust stay at bay
as I chase the twilight centaur,
hoping to deserve wisdom words
and return to the pleasure of your curves
The scarlet thing in you is my dream.
Sei que não farás amor comigo,
mas deixa-me ter esperança
para suavizar as minhas lágrimas!
I know that you won’t make love with me,
but let me have hope
to smooth my tears!