Extrato Pó Ético #058: MY HOME WAS FILLED WITH LIGHT AND JOY

MY HOME WAS FILLED WITH LIGHT AND JOY

Extrato Pó Ético #058

Nothing better that the real

Feeling the touch, smell

Viewing and can talk

And, in a so natural way

Dribbling, exiting the virtual.

It isn't the same to touch them, onscreen,

Best present, we can feel them.

The house was filled up

Brightblade and smilling

Of a sweet fuss

In colorful tone

Real dream of mine.

And it is Grandpa here

It is Grandma to there

Laughing: "Ha-ha-ha!"

Singing: "la-la-la!"

Playing without fear

We, Grandpa, Grandma owl,

Heart is just full of joy

I lie on the floor playing

_ "Grandpa, don't leave, come hither!"

_ "Let's play of poetry?

_ "Wash your hand 'cause it is dirty!"

And I enter in dance as child.

Happy surrounding ourselves.