Poesia sobre a Cara de anja (in English)

Today I had a waking dream... As I traveled in my thinking angel face came in my mind... The reality for me it came up, I was allowed to see something heavenly ... I confess that at first I was afraid, because Marvel was more sacred than... I thought it was a dream to have the same notion that was something exquisite and full of life... Something that filled me with divine love, I felt more gratitude than I first noticed then that I was in another reality where something bigger also conceived me, but the more I thought the more confused I became, until you see the brightness of their wings. She confessed to me that it was even a angel and sometimes was even Goddess, who knew the heights, that this moment would be memorable because it was not busy. Then she said: I am also a magical being, took a rose had withered and blew him the breath of life so young she was said to angel face it was my gift to her and she accepted it, put in and her hair was so wonderful. So she said: Let's return to Earth, I'll save my wings, but can continue calling me Goddess and saying I have angel face, because I know you love me. I do not remember now because I am not permitted, but if you want to tell me why a poem can get comfortable.


Rodrigo Klein
22/12/2013