I love so much to travel in fancy metaverses
in unfathomable spaces ...
All I need is a guitar chord
that reminds me some tepidness echoes ...
At the end of a short night ,
a girl with browned body ,
stretches out like a lazy pussy
ready to dance on the wing of the wave.
Throwing her brazen nudity into the mirror.
Probably the call of a mirage ...
A mix-samba blues ,
caipirinha passion ,
sandy scent capuccino ...
I only know you as an illusion ,
vision lost in the chorus ...
I wind back the hours of folly
to give her my poor poem ,
lady the clock so unhappy...
I just would like to tell her :
'' I love you in the world of all impossible ! ''
A guy watching her go by
and without a word
offered to the mermaid
a bouquet of eternity ...
a few notes on 4 strings
that awakens a memory
in my morning ...
'' 0lha que coisa
mais linda
mais cheia de graça ''
A lyric she'll hum
in the shower
without knowing it's about her ...
it was raining a few summer tears
on the beach of Rio .
Our dating lost in your diary.
Its a long way to Ipanema
and the Maracanha is on fire...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Que poema mais bonita. Gostei era uma poema de beleza de natrueza, praia e mulher. Loved your poem very nice.
She's so mythical this Ipanema girl ! Creation of an inspired moment !
I felt her there walking the beaches of Ipanema.
A subtle, sensual vignette — a space of images, sensations, and memories. The poem breathes music and gentle melancholy. So beautiful, so delicate!
a touch of brazilian laziness .Saudade samba !
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