In the calm summer nights,
I drink wine, the finest wine-
ever made by dreams or lies!
Dreams that were, are and will,
oaths and vows, no one to fulfill.
Lands and seas of the far Brazil
Sip after sip, glass of finest wine.
I’d prefer to stay blind.
Blind but pretending it is mine!
Lies or dreams, I am actor,
drunk of wine and love -
looking for a true harbor…
Sigh, close your eyes!
Fill the glass, pretend, forget,
be the man - blind, happy,wise!
Wine is like dreams - sweet!
It could be deceitful as them.
And turn the water into steam.
Drink, sip, dream while you can!
Tomorrow is the day it will end.
Blink and make it happen again...Other poems:
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