Friday Poetic Wellness: Alfredo Marceneiro ๐ต๐น
The house of Mariquinhas, the memories fly on; the imagery of mirrors, where love reflects into song
Flying mirrors fly gracefully in steady pace; the mirrors reflect memories and glitter the feelings of haste
Fly through the winged creatures of rings, fly through all ages, the time that love brings
A house of mariquinhas illuminates with ample time; the house is empty, the very emptiness, inside
Ceilings and floors, there is emptiness, inside; the emptiness of scars, permits us never to hide
Time has changed and sometimes memories fade; let the emptiness move away to a more enriching space
Sweep away empty the lifelessness of empty space; let dreams be fertile, in one house of archaic taste
Think back to memories when the house was alive, the memories were intimate, keeping love, alive
At one point, the house was glittering, enriched with fantasyโs hive, now awaken such magic; keeping all of that love, alive
Alfredo Marceneiro
