Time of love ...

 

Just like yesterday, you are so close!

This past is an infinite set between our distance.

Beautiful things,

goings,

comings,

and the unfinished.

Far from irreparable loss, I landed!

You came in that moment

as the being that is never in the same place.

What fearsome wave brewing over the sea,

nothing touches us,

breaks on the ebb ...

This is the time of love that is nothing!

Let the tyranny go,

perversion of several facts.

It doesn’t corrupt true prismatic light

of the inescapable love of false daily uses,

primary.

 

Our love was,

and will always be our time

that only the tomb the chest will guide!

 

São Paulo, July 13th, 2013.