Da chegada do amor

I always wanted a love
that spoke
that knew what it felt.

I always wanted a love that would elaborate
That when sleeping
resonated trust
in the breath of sleep
and brought a kiss
in the light of dawn.

I always wanted a love
that fit in what it told me.

I always wanted a childishness
between boy and man
a playfulness
where both the shamelessness
of the male
and the wisdom of the wise could exist.

I always wanted a love whose
GOOD MORNING!
lived in the eternity of linking times:
past present future
thing of the same mouth
taste of the same sip.

I always wanted a love of victories
whose complex net
of the background of beings
would not scare.

I always wanted a love
that wouldn't mind
when the poetry of the bed took me.

I always wanted a love
that wouldn't be bothered
by differences.

Now, faced with the order
half of me eagerly tears
the wrapping
and the other half is the
future of knowing the secret
that wraps the bow,
is to observe
the drawing
of the wrapping and compare it
with the calm of the soul
its content.

However
I always wanted a love
that would fit my future
and alternate me between girl and adult
that sometimes I would be the easy, the serious
and sometimes a sweet mystery
that sometimes I would be fear-foolishness
and sometimes I would be playfulness
ultrasound of fury,
I always wanted a love
that would happen without a tense race.

I always wanted a love
that would happen
without effort
without fear of inspiration
running out.

I always wanted a love
to muffle,
(not the case)
but whose delay of dusk
was immensely
in our hands.

Without ifs.

I always wanted a love
with a definition of I want
without the nonsense of false seduction.

I always said no
to the constitution of the centuries
that says that the