I SEARCH A LOVE...

I search a love...

How it says always the truth to me,

That does not camouflage my defects,

That do not disdain my tears!

A love... Whose presence brings joy,

Whose silence transmits the peace. Whose

listening inspires secret,

Whose souvenir increase courage.

A love... To which I can say:

excuse! One, two, three times...

A love... That he is not nor master,

nor disciple, but an friend,

with which I can walk I head to the infinity

at any moment.

A love... That it keep its privacy

without hiding its tears.

A love... How to the dawn it does

not say "good day to me",

but it opens me its heart with

an amiable smile!

A love... That it believes in the

existence of the dreams

and alive the reality as a daring

conquest of freedom...

Whose love is oil candy,

soft and perfumed,

extracted of the fruit bitter taste

of a prickly tree.

A love... That if it does not worry

in giving or receiving,

but that is capable to share.

A love... Simple, sincere, natural...

capable to cry, but over all to smile...

A love... That it is a result

of the goodness of God.

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Escola do poeta/RJ

07/01/2008