Ministério Poesia

Everyone needs a friend and
who knows where it leads to.
As the...

I hunger to write
with the hunger
of a lovers want
for passion,

...

was in December when I began to write

she opened the door
still snowing...

Mighty wind whirls prone to attack
...

While her mind drifts,
High up in the skies,
Her hearthly life skips
And...

You pass through the same space
each time from the early word
...

I want to be on

some beach in the sun.

Close as my heart

is to the soul....