segunda-feira, 23 de março de 2015


As far as I wake up
with the touch of your skin...
let it rain.

As far as your lips paint my body
with colorful spicy kisses
let it rain.

As far as you keep on
whispering at my ears
soft delights
and tender songs
let it rain.

As long as I'll keep on being your surrender
your dawn, sunset or rainbow,
the world can burst,
the rain may keep on falling on our naked bodies
cos I bet…
flowers will grow
straight from our skin.

©Graça Costa