POEMAS AROMAS E DIANTE DO AMOR - THE KIN - NEVER BE THE SAME Preparation aromas to your arrival; The wet land of longing, The chaste love Built in memory The empty house Exudes real physical Perfume touch of your lack And arrive sailing in the wind, Hiding your chords In my hair As whispers of light In steps silent and absent In the face of love The sun was in my morning In the largest of all the sunsets, Traveling on uncertain future As an acrobat in the universe The light that I keep inside me Illuminates the time That erases any wound Temples or pain I do not fragment Late in memories or the like impossible the ebb tide Your love is silent wind, Guides my steps unsteady In the gray garb of autumn, Grafted or not sow