Loved
in Valleys of Hebron
Wanderlino
Arruda
At
your table, I breathe flowers
I taste shades,
I inhale dreams,
I hear my lover’s
voice,
I walk in waves of love.
Charming
is the dawn,
because it shines in fragrances
of the most sparkling garden.
Rain and sun!
Between
bubbles of splendor,
my lover’s kiss flies
sweetly,
she has the scent of myrrh
and lies upon my chest.
My
lover is like a wild flower,
her touch brings me luminous
wind
like a flower of henna,
or like a flock of tenderness
of the vineyards at Engedi.
nearly far from Hebron.
