sábado, 16 de julho de 2016

Caress




Caress

Is mixed in my fatigue your smile,
now, that the rain left and the sun returned
in the softness of your words,  i rested a while,
To be the breeze that your face caressed

Caress that every day, I always give to you,
reason of my feelings...in my heart, your seed,
but this breeze souffled from the sky blue,
is of yours caresses, the one that more I need.

If the artist could sculpt these moments,
to cut in the stone happiness and sufferings,
in our life would  have put his eyes.

And at the end when his work ended,
although even he did not believe,
in his front, what a surprise...ours faces appeared.

Eduardo Mesquita