The mystery of the love,
the mystery of the love was born inside of me and all took account of my being, of my will, my thought, my acts. The mystery of the love arrived and if it lodged in me, dear.
I do not know as, nor as it was. But it was born.
Ah, and I who was so unhappy and easied before, as an astray boat.
I that I felt of the life only the moments happyest, inexpressivos.
Suddenly, I felt that it had not lived before and still now I ask myself haunted.
Because I did not obtain to live before? Why everything this had that to happen?
I do not know.
But it happened…
You lode…
I do not know of where…
It appeared…
It looked at in my eyes, its voice was music to my ears…
The simple contact of its hands made to tremble my body all.
It felt that it loved… Suddenly I started to notice that it had more brightness in moonlight… That it had more brightness in the stars…
That the breeze was a caress meiga…
That moonlight was a luminous blessing.
I smile by the way of any thing…
I did not recognize more…
I felt that it was love…
E that this love was you…
I felt that my life was closely on to its…
For any strange inexplicable bow.
E since then, beloved, I am only a little of you.
A little of you that I love with all force of my soul.
A little of you is everything for me…
Since that the mystery of the love was born inside of my soul,
my beloved…
I only passed to love and to only think about you
oves you and I love you very.
Hélio Pereira Banhos
Hélio Pereira Banhos
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