Anxiety

In the green Sea the Moon was pictured deep inside him walked her image white and beautiful and naked just as the Sea certainly wanted her Although in his heart I have it judge her imprisoned as a faithful slave that fever will not be yours that falling love like lava Waves rise like crazy arms seeking the living beloved carnation but only by touching Nothing in spaces Ah, poor Mar, what a sad drama I see She running away from you dead and cold you crazy every time with desire! Roberto Macedo