Porto-Lisboa

Your music inflicts great joy in me,
It inflates protuberance to the asceptic message of the unicorn.

So that when the floatness parfume of heaven reaches my watergates,
The sumptuose aspects of the moon rays
Enlights fragility in a way I can love her far more than superficial, with the same deepness that she shakes inside.
In that way is built my own sensuality: the faith on the mistery.
Fall after fall, surrender. (inside I also own the innevitable seassons change).
Love makes me strong.
Love is my place.