“Pure Poetry” Rubens Rodrigues Torres Filho (1942-) In the album of our happy moments I'll never forget that time you came so hot, together with me, there on the couch in Mourato's apartment when you farted. Fart loudly with pleasure? Out of gratitude? And it was beautiful that you looked at me and smiled shyly. So fart is not love? If it comes from the ass, is it less expression? More sonorous and sincere love poem, I swear: I'm about to hear it. I was looking for a poem and I came across this one! I think our intimacy already allows for obscene and meaningless things as it is hahaha! A little funny, but with a suggestive hint! To leave in the air, what my crazy mind allows to be when I'm by your side! That's why I love you and I want to love you!