At your table, I breathe
flowers
I taste shades,
I inhale dreams,
I hear my lover’s
voice,
I walk in waves of
love.
Charming
is the dawn,
because it shines
in fragrances
of the most sparkling
garden.
Rain and sun!
Between
bubbles of splendor,
my lover’s kiss
flies sweetly,
she has the scent
of myrrh
and lies upon my chest.
My
lover is like a wild
flower,
her touch brings me
luminous wind
like a flower of henna,
or like a flock of
tenderness
of the vineyards at
Engedi.
nearly far from Hebron.
Wanderlino
Arruda
