Curves and lofts: Poetry by Augusto Kengue Campos (+18)
________________Here I go, once again, I'm addicted
My addiction is to drive and get lost in a path full of curves and bumps
That's weird...
In addition to being optional, this decision is my addiction
Who would dare to buy a nice car and waste it on a track with curves and bumps?
Just me and nobody else.
My journey started very early, and it's always like this every day
It started at the dawn of day, even before the sun came
I will pass this way at the rush hour and, if my car resists, I will return at night again
As always, I began the journey in a marshy and well-preserved area;
A swamp of black leaves, mild smell, anyway ...
During my journey it is customary to pause, in a stream lined with reddish and rosy flowers, today I do not escape the rule
I descend the creek and reach a mountain range with two mountains
They are dangerous, but my goal is always to climb and find what I want, the pleasure of being there
Here, I get lost for minutes, but I have to go on a trip.
I continue in supersonic speed, despite the poor conditions of the road
Ah ...
I'm going to drink some more water, this time in this little deep stream that makes nature groan
Nature groans, moans more and groans naturally
As a driver, I sometimes feel shivers, heat or even shivers
I'll go my way, I'll go bazaar, I have to
Finally I arrived, after facing a track with bumps, and marshes
I found the entrance
A sometimes swampy entrance, but not for today
An open door
Inside, many want to have fun.
Others want to use as a weapon against their enemies
Some like trading business
Still others for mysterious purposes, but, I want to enter to love and generate life as GOD guided.
Wants to know?
They are the curves and the loins of my beloved NAMBUA, the love of my life.
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