THE BEAUTIFUL LAKE
In the immensity of this thought of mine,
Profane, where I visualize your image;
I feel a tightness in my heart (a lament)
Insane, where you are the mirage.
Your slender figure comes meekly into me,
Like the waters of Guaíba at my feet;
I ask who you are, you answer with a yes,
Saying to be in order, you answer who you are.
A Yara? A fairy? Perhaps enchanted goddess,
That entered insinuating in my soul,
In an engaging form, unbridled passion.
Now my thoughts rest on you,
And your love slowly calms me down,
With your body wet, quiet beside me.
* J.L.BORGES
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