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“EVIL
OF LOVE”(poetry)
Fátima Queiroz
He
appeared sweet and dangerous
Musician,
poet, warrior
He
seemed a galactic man
Of
a true dream.
I
only know, that I know, he was
sweet
And
burning his glance
Feathered gentleman
He
invited me to dance.
And
in a frenzied rhythm
His
lance reached me
And
the pain broke my chest
And
my heart hurt.
And
the fissure of the love
It
never again scarred.
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- (Anthology " Marks of the Time "
III – 2001 - Page 93
Municipal Library and City Hall of
Descalvado–SP)
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