Antique*
We’re beings distant We’re erswhile Loving beiings of an love friend. Come of don’t know whither with this feel what itself hides We’re the immense and we’re moiety of an intense Love…with veracity! Sweet beings of caress such We’re the opposite and that equal. Beings of don’t know…of contrast… I walk with you…with me you walked… Exact now in the life us meet us enchant…us discover and lolled we dance
sans to know what already him were being and what united… always have existed…
*devoted
JFernandes “Arte Condesa”
Boook “Portrait* – page 36