Your clear and perfect body, Your body of wonder, I want to possess it in the narrow bed of the roundhouse... Your body is everything that smells... Pink... orange blossom... Your body, white and soft, It's like an engagement veil... Your body is a golden apple... Burnt rose of the summer, Faint in perfume... Your body is the ember of the fire... Your body is flame and flames Like the horizons in the afternoon. .. It is pure as in fountains The clear water that flows, Who in ancient times spills... Voluptuousness of water and flame... I see it all the time... Your body... the only island In the ocean of my desire... Your body is everything that shines, Your body is everything that smells... Rose, orange blossom... Manuel Bandeira #Fanclub
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spotter-sp The poet as always demonstrating her art and will through her body. Which she displays and does not inhibit herself. She prostrates herself, shows herself, gets wet and doesn't look at the time... because she's an artist, she knows her best prose. Kisses, girl.