domingo, 19 de fevereiro de 2017

Limits of Love

Damn I'm loving you
At my limits
Until exhausted and more wanting
A total love, free from fences,
Say goodbye to me, suffered,
In the direction of another love
That you think total and total will be
At their limits of life.
Love is not measured
For the freedom to exhibit in the squares
And bars, without hindrance.
Of course this is good, and sometimes,
sublime.
But if you also love in another way, uncertain,
And this is the mystery:
- unlimited love is sometimes limited,
Forbidden is that love sometimes breaks free.

Affonso Romano de Sant'anna