lopes01lopes1984
Girl with flame hair, you awaken me with immense ardor. My heart still cries out to you, where are you with this radiance? What is the essence of making me tender When I face your ephelide and brittle face? I find you in the cities and on the plains And I am enchanted by the tangible and the caricatures You are the owner of this deep desire To experience with you the only opportunity This truly intricate desire for the future It is urgent to see you in the illusory velecity of this future In this painful and anguished burden I feel I am a slave, a shallow being Perhaps a vassal under tyrannical desire Mere dazzle now so ominous... ...banded in a poisonous ingrain Nothing else seems to have sparkle Except... ...in the sweetest and most genuine prognosis Walking in indescribable forest Glimpse your barefoot sparkle And delight me with a smile and look