hands

My mouth as a subtle farming

Inclined by your chest

Yours hands delicate pupils
Taken from the night

Minha boca como uma lavoura sutil
deitada em teu dorso.

Tuas mãos pequenas pupilas
colhidas da noite.

Poema: Dheyne de Souza
Tradução: Antônio João

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~ by nossosombros on March 16, 2009.

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