SONETO X

I

Ended here the hope in this sonnet I begin my praise

everything was an illusion and in hell there will be no more love

the lushness of the lyrics makes me shred and suffocate the heat

in Hell nothing remains, only punishments and much wrath in me.

II

O sin that you took me from my abode, you take me away from this land

poetry is my consolation in unheard-of fire, I am the victim of war

my heart is gagged in words of hate I am rhymes and darkness

O love song of more than so many angels and demons in me you go.

III

In Hell where sins drag me to my dreamed love

I'm a pity I'm a bastard in this sin-sized sonnet

I'm in prison number 666 and here the spirits are a bad grade

mornings, afternoons and evenings I am like all beings with zeal I am beaten.

IV

O sonnets of the most cruel sin the passionate soul in golds and pearls

In this refuge I am an instrument song broken in tears.

never been sung so much music of a poet of million dreams

for in this fire that consumes eternally I in the solitude of you thought.

V

The clamor of clouds of fire and smoke and in the distance a wolf, beautiful howls

in prison 666 there was only gambling the fear of betting and shouting

this sonnet makes me a condemned in many in the weird hell

but still betting and losing eyeballs I'm a damn.

VI

O lord of darkness and lust let me go from here be lascivious

I that much made me pity if he did in m'alma a bandit farce

Hell with its worms that eat my flesh in fascination

O hellish prince how can I have room to cry if I'm so ladino.

VII

I cry in this sonnet and I glimpse in the distance the paradise good homestead

O angels, take me henceforth out of mercy, but I know that I have no truth.

I am a poet and I will suffer the just rhyme of the gross and cursed in the wild 666 home

I suffer from a perfect dagger of thread that tears me through wild thistle.

VIII

O lord of the dark lord of chimeric violence consort spectrum

can a little let me die of passion and brilliance of this death

because I will walk towards the fire that is less warm in the far north

this is the poet's story in the carnal Hell of unlucky spirituality.

IX

O my heart is being suffocated by such calas

that a holy angel pity me and in hell I find roses

it is the paradise that elected me in this thought of the hellish said glories

Hell is small in the case of a sadness to hail hail.

X

I am a man, die all the concepts of philosophies that minds

lied the passions, lied the gods, lied the fortune of me alive

O darkness that slowly as an AC of misery of slanderous fear

I am an ingrate and I do not know what love is, I am the poor eagerness of you suddenly.

XI

paradise is right there my friend, empty your cup and be happy your ledo

do not be afraid of good, of love and of no one, or deny your fear

enjoy the pleasure of the goodness of the happiness of the chimeras of the beautiful bosom

and bathe in the cascade of crystalline waters that flow from the noblest veins.

XII

Feel the passion of the disease that is healed, the Seraph that loves to burn

In this sonnet I want to take you to bed with ejaculations of rich pleasure.

feel the grace that flows from the ocean, the ocean that the waves do make

and we will enjoy the succulent grapes and the honey juice to satisfy.

XIII

The Inferno was an illusion, the delights of passion formed the sweetness, love

my way of loving is different, save in depression hope and pain

I know what you're thinking, you're thinking about my heat.

XIV

Let's go to the horizon of legends and lusts in bed and the seventh heaven to walk

in room 777 are the raspberries and the fruit juices of us 3rd dream

the breasts and the lips of honey on sex and the songs of this dream, curse?

XV

I am a friend who writes so much and does little, but in the gods or power

I want to see the dreams of this life, this life an ambrosia of living

I will go with you to the heights of Olympus and on the bed of Helen well to require.

XVI

I am celibate and I pretend that there are no better choices, I am your O God

In this epic I am life, in this sonnet I am Osiris, in this poem I am Zeus

from room 666 I will enjoy the 777 nights of passions to the veil, my heavens.

Never in the bed of Pan and Aphrodite was sung such madness in the middle of spring the sonnet of the desperate soul ...

Francesco Acácio
Enviado por Francesco Acácio em 04/09/2018
Reeditado em 04/09/2018
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