Blazing fire

 

The moon was high, red on the horizon.

Dancing fog through the prairie

That slept amid the tobacco we had not seen.

Colors, perfumes back and forth making us dizzy!

 

The corollas closed, flowers of pure water.

The poplars lined up at the midway

Aligning their hidden desires

And among the nights the fireflies wandered.

 

Dormant dreams were awakened, without confusing sounds

With heavy wings, they flew over the black air.

And singing moonlights came running to fill our worlds.

White, Venus emerged, and that night finally arrived!

 

Your body, your hands, your lips, your perfumes and flavors came ...

Oh! The colors hallucinated me! - The thread of life is like the lyre!

Corolla and stamen by the time of love are wreathed,

And already being old the decreed union is the sacred bridal.

 

Between what held us, holding, sublimely will hold!

The universe chains, and notes that sigh

Like the lost colors of a flower that expires,

Pull the moans at the endless blue, cries in crimson.

 

The tulip is ethereal harp, turban of lovers, it is perfume

It symbolizes fire madness, it is bloody red.

- Has martial notes that sound like the clarion!

 

São Paulo, June 21st 2014