#Desafio 213 *Meetings* Perfect dating go beyond touch, Besides the kiss... they depart from the soul, of imperfect beings, in bodies that speak No words, in secret. It's a connection that burns in the flesh, pulsating spark, latent... who dares to overlap the physical walls, with a vivid soul, free in thoughts... and intense dreams. It's delivery. not wanting to turn himself in, knowingly understood, through energy that emanates in all. It's no use fighting. It's the cosmos acting in the surroundings, connecting us all in a single direction: converge, align. MarU

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#Desafio 223 Rivers Loose, Same Leito There's no possession. There's no vassalage. No body. No desire. We're loose rivers, colliding, ripping, hugging the same floor. You bit the silence. It hurt. He accepted that love burns in different fires And still warms the same bed. Your hand on mine, now, It doesn't. Exploit, explode, Feel the blood, the naked life running between us. Love: visible, sharp, to the naked eye, so clear that blind. And in one piece, I'll tell you what. freedom that hurts It's the one that sticks, Don't let go, does not die: It keeps us. Cr

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Every little piece a request a sin Lost I ask you a perfect piece non-predicted price the injury considered no default boss or forgiveness remain one bird another step Pisco and fish the painted Each small piece a perfect preface Edu Liguori

Miguel Torga is one of the largest names in Portuguese literature of the 20th century. With a work that covers poetry, essay and fiction, he is recognized for his visceral writing and deeply linked to nature and national identity. His books explore topics such as loneliness, struggle and human suffering, always with a critique of society and its structures. Torga is considered a central figure of Portuguese modernism, leaving a literary legacy of immense relevance. Pets: <a href="https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1083">Here! </a> #MiguelTorga #LiteraturaPortuguesa #Modernismo #Literunico

#Desafio 212 ♪ Thought ♪ And the sound of the heart in compass, rhythm that alternates: Quiet time, quick time. Feeling free and arrests in the same act. From the intern, if you are hospitalized, without waiting on the chest the touch ranger syncing. A dance in the veins, the blood that pulses inside and warms the whole body, in a fraction of seconds, with just one thought. You! MarU

My face With your lips. Caress you In the wind In the sun In time. The stage of life. Instruments Feelings are The sound. Thoughts fly Like you In places Visits In the distance I make myself Longing & Love. Imagination floats Like a feather, Like a plume Desire A kiss A tweet. * Canária loura Pinta teus lábios Vermelhos A alegriar meus olhos. O Amor se faz todo carinho E Teu canto Me encanta Feito caixinha De música Toques Minha face Com teus lábios. Te carinhar Ao vento Ao Sol Ao tempo. O palco da vida. Instrumentos Sentimentos são O som. Pensamento voa Feito você Em lugares Visitas Ao longe Me faço Saudade & Amor. Imaginação flutua Feito pena, Feito pluma Desejo Um beijo Um piu. * JJr.

I love the smell of your essence mixed with mine. The sound of your kisses echo on my lips Its mouth marks the moment my soul floated by Iua. In the infinite compass of time, when the curves of your flesh were shaped to mine. In the endless dance of reverberating our incessant hearts. I love you! Eliz Leo @literunico

#Desafio 222 LIFE WAS RETAINING C H E I O D E L I N H A S D U R A S EVERYTHING HAD B The R D A C A N T O E S Q U I N A that brei Mine pro prio contour The walls yielded The air has entered The sound came in. I'm in. I let go Questions in the air and they They're back. ♪ Dancing ♪ What was turned waveweight What was hasty became tide Love levaza where before there was a wall Now only there movement. Cr

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♪ Gee, the moon's lurking ♪ ♪ staring at me like that ♪ with your yellow eyes a pale cloud burrows And the continents of sand and stone They hide extinct oceans so close and so far It reminds me of you who bewitches scoff And it's not enough with the tide So beautiful so mysterious Make me a witness. that proves all the pain the distance from this sky Edu Liguori

The Lady of Imagination I cannot see your eyes, I can only imagine what it will be like to find us. I want to feel your touch, I want to kiss your lips! I want to lie in your eyes! I want to feel your love. But I can only imagine! And plunge into this dream, lose me and delirious! I want to pray and beg you not to end this dream! I want to lie down and delirious! Rejoice and imagine your naked body, our cum! I want to kiss, I want to explore, I want to feel your breath! I want to be angry about your curves! I want to bite, I want to squeeze, I want to harden, I want to enter and fill you with my pleasure! I want to hear you scream, beg me for more pleasure! Revel in your eyes! Primal look, deadly beast! I want to die giving you more! Oh, please don't leave! Don't let the dream die! Please don't leave now! I want to stay and imagine until I can have you.

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Everything changes: The Genius Only Author: Abbot of Jazente Abbot of Jazente reflects on the changing nature of life, where everything around us is subject to time and transformation, but genius, the essence of being, remains unchangeable. With verses that explore the depth of the human spirit, the poet highlights the resistance of the soul to the vicissitudes of life. A meditation on the constancy of the creative mind amid the changes of the outside world. #domíniopúblico #Clássicos

Gross Cliffs, Rustic Mountains Author: Abbot of Jazente In the words of Abbot Jazente, nature is an imposing force, reflecting the greatness and hardness of life. With verses that exalt the mountains and cliffs, the poet reminds us of the raw and wild beauty of the world. Poetry describes the contrast between the unchanging silence of nature and the inner human turbulence, creating an atmosphere of reflection on the relationship between man and the environment around him. #domíniopúblico #Clássicos

Love is a Arder, who doesn't feel Author: Abbot of Jazente Love, in the poetry of Abbot of Jazente, is compared to a silent ardor, which consumes without being perceived. With words that evoke the intensity of the feeling, the author captures the pain and pleasure of loving, showing how this inner fire can be both a blessing and a suffering. Poetry leads us to reflect on the mysteries of love, which burns without warning, but which deeply transforms those who feel it. #domíniopúblico #Clássicos