I repeat

SO MUCH

THE TALE

THAT VERY

TASTE...!

I

The poet

profane

So much

what you like,

banalize

Very

what your heart

store

in its depth,

like what nature

It presents

in the landscape

so colorful

displayed

every

Vision

of man

attentive

in its fullest

Human

in your faculties

And specifics

.personal

And individual.

II

your inside

with the bent

Of love

may come

turning into pain

Not to come.

III

The poet

exalts

Too much

In his poetry,

what dominates

to your soul

human

and divine,

what you love

Too much,

even if the suffering

be the weight

Dominant

from your mind,

.from your subconscious

although it may come

to contribute

For your ailment...

IV

The poet

live

of alert,

live together

with the door

always open

And don't hide

what invades it,

what hosts

bring

That can

shake,

Ruin

your peace

internal,

what mine

His fate.

V

The poet

It never is

.quiet.

it is

always restless

with any subject

what grinds

and gnaws

your brain,

the trampling

that comes when it is

In carelessness!

SAW

The poet

live

Of love,

the combustion

of your existence

Daily,

earthly,

human,

because it's already happened

and surpassed

the phases

of crisis

of attraction,

Of passion,

.until reaching the true,

the sincere

Love,

its splendor,

your zenith,

And that nothing else removes it,

If no

The death,

Until

The death!!!

(To be continued)

BRANDOA (AMADORA, SATURDAY, 05:05), SEPTEMBER 18, 2021.

         KK(NDO).