terça-feira, 21 de abril de 2015


Gardener of my body
feed me...
the thirst is killing my being
and the absence of you tortures my skin.

Dont know if its day or night
or even if its cold or warm
but I bless the rain I sense in the horizon
and pray you feel it too.

Gardener of my body
feed me...
run throughout the landscape
and solte the rain for me.

Bring it safely in your lips,
and then...
as in a caress,
dive into my body
made sea
only to shelter our passion.

Gardener of my body
feed me.

©Graça Costa