ISSO É HAXIXE... (This is haxix)

O love of this dream where the awakened conscience will make my Walk

O letters that will one day be stolen, for wisdom is inspiration Alumiada

I am a Christian, I am romantic I am a morbid cross, I woke up on a day of motherly lightening.

My soul is wandering in sorrow

For yours does not exist in my clear Absence

I am with tears like a river of innocence to the weeping

Without you what can I do? Oh my, I wish I could cry.

I have in this heart hurt size and horrible Fear

I know that everything will be a paradise, but this love without you.

In this love of burning desires and pure in you my charm

I have that for this love is so generous the feeling of your Kind

I will seek peace in the roses of a garden of Marvelous angels

O song that never ends in your beauties, O lady, muse and Blessed

I am your slave and I revoke you free for the love of my Santa

Always beautiful, always persevering, always sagacious or sweet

For my love lives in this self in the absence of me and I without you.

I'm in jail of demons without angels I'm your prisoner.

I am with the heart wounded by this sword of my Will

It is the dreamlike love of invisible truths of this holy Perceber

I want to love you, I want the imaginations to live and you to steal and to save

My dream, without you I am the black hope I go in the darkness Wait

And of you I am a sin of lust and I lean in the blue of you Dreaming

It is a sacred force, it is the darkness of this sin, in madness Feel

Love has never preached such a play, but love wants to hear us

I'm walking on a snobby trail and I glimpse you, it's paradise

O flame of undeniable chimera of poetry my sacred fire, the, pride.

My heart does not want the doors of the church really faith to leave Fugir

O heart of fear and fear, I want the songs of heaven from you to deceive

Without you I am a monster of cruel cruelty of wars to Hurt

Without you I'm an angel trapped in the dead plaster without life filling Fatal

My mystical arcana love of the occult I am a love poet Cabal

Inside my chest there is fire and thick smoke from my Sexual Volcano

Always have in me the delights of life, because for you I live a Dying

O angelic inspiration, angel, angel of jasper, angel of the crown of this Living

O sin of my heart I how strong was in you I feel so weak

In the poetic sky where truths are a philosophical hurricane; I'm lost.

I am in the last breath and this mystical organ is the beaten Heart

Beaten by kisses on the mystic soul arrow from Tereza to Sensation

O fear of everything ending in manure and even though he feels hungry

I am the moonlight song of blood in the sins of the greatest wound with the neck of my Teeth

It is the eternity of darkness and sweeping looks in the mist Darkness

When the sun will shine the greatest light that will sweep Sweet Sensation?

I'm in a cruel world of dragonflies and butterflies and they're lurking in my Dying

Let us leave my love the debts of transas and lusts by Perceberes

The sun and the moon gods fly around the dreams and I see the Paradise

It is my dreams of this farewell in blissful chimera that I see the pleasure of sin

Do not be fearful poet, you will see and will exist in my follies

The heart is a core of thoughts in raw meat ideas

Feel the poetry naked threshold of shadows the colors of lust in good Nuances

Our love is marasmos and old legends revived in Dances

Injured I am and wounded by sharp dagger, wounded I am by irascible Spears

O damn poetry, damn poetry, damn passion in the darkness of Asia

We are aliens on land without homeland, we are romantic, we are starving, Oh, we are poor Children.

Damn it with hashish, you took me to die ... I'm an addict in this madness of letters in me ecstasies, O, women, ecstasies!