The poetry

The poetry


To write a poetry it is enough to be alive
with the soul of hope
To be with the heart smiling like a child
cheeky and smiling
And if a tear sprout in the needy phase
of love, of life, of people
Cry out of love
Who never cried for love?
Who never suffered for love?
It is the meaning of life, love is felt in the body
and in the wounded soul, but when one does not love, the soul
do not give in to love
Love is in enjoyment and in smile
in the soft fire of passion, in paradise
there is no life without love, just as no
there is poetry without inspiration
and if a tear becomes a star
then cry a constellation
It's worth the cry for love
than living in solitude
There is no poet who has lived
without questioning this question
is what makes us alive
which gives us emotion
We are troubadours
Birds of hope
ripping the skies of passion
that's what Quintana would say
Machado and Drummond

Love for poets
it's like an endless ocean
that overflows in the heart of the lovers
It's a garden of red roses.
a sky covered with diamonds
Poetry for poets is the breath of life
the light of the retina, is the burning body of a woman
the smile of a girl
We are angels, prophets, demons
we realize, we foresee, we try
we are love singers
flower planters
we sow desires, fantasies and colors
Yes, poetry is colorful
even being sad
the color persists
maybe it's the color of love
who knows?
For the poet, nothing is impossible.
when your poetry expresses the truth
it is the forbidden passion, the pain of bitterness
the flight without wings, the freedom
it is dreaming without sleep
the cease of longing
is the love seen in a kaleidoscope of extreme beauty
is what Queiroz, Neruda and Bandeira would say

For those who like reality poetry is raw
for those who like fantasy, poetry is bare and bright
is the overflowing of words and blends
Poetry is a radiant, golden, beautiful sun
is the conjugation of love in the verb of infinity
it is the sound of silence, the cry of the cry
it is the vertigo of vertiginous
the arms hug
the kiss of the lips
the dating of lovers

To write a poetry, just be sure
that love covers the edges of the soul
giving light to clarity, would calm the afflicted hearts
is a game that plays with the heart
impregnated with passion
it is the spear of the waves in a rough sea
the twilight light
the flame of fire
the sense of emotion
Poetry is love transcoded into words
the cradle of the needy
the gift of the absent
the inspiration of life always following
is what Castro Alves, Balzac and Shakespeare would say



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