Ache
Bring an dram of ache in the throat what cries and sings and is amount…amount Ache of dream and want you of love without never have you. Want what goes, lacerates in the silence of the hold Love what is and always was being Flower of the yen of live by you of the sadness of be here Ache of the missing of the what with you I don’t lived…
*devoted JFernandes “Arte Condesa” Book “Retratos” – page 42