I'll tell you a story that will leave you slack-jawed, not a poet, a poet I'm not, just know that I love you and I'm going to scream with the power of listening, I may not be the best man in the world, can not be most beautiful in the world, I can not talk right too, can get the most beautiful words in the wind when I wake up and see your smile, I can remember the kiss behind the couch - I can still fulfill the promises they've been seeking.
I feel that the power is running out, and so I'll be loving you, on the road to love I know is that I do not want to get to the final by the best in the world is to live, eat, and pray, pray to the angels of heaven that brings a message of love without end, one that does not ever end, one that is eternal, what you want is more kisses, let's see the sunset today? Give me your hand and let's get out of here, even the taste of honey rise, until the wind blows the most beautiful words of love, turn up the backcountry sea, makes a final sentence to finish.
This poem is in English but do not know if it was good, do not know if I consider myself a good poet, but if you're reading me add in its goal, the beloved landscape of life is passing before my eyes, the man is only be know when love and hate, can not be a poet, I can not be the composer I most want in life is to smell the roses and talk with my grandpa.
Thiago Bastos
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