Eduardo Alexandre Pinto

The Hotbed of a Cosmic Inspiration: Essay by Eduardo Alexandre Pinto

Love comes like an opening idea that lives for more than a thousand crucifixes, even the street sympathy with little love comes naturally like a fresh dream taking hold of what it hurts inside of all hours of too much solitude in the body. Our diaries are dusty, what it matters then when the fact that all our dreams are a myriad of radiating dancers; don't worry son, I am here. For the push and pull over the spinning days of sweat but with the power of positive thinking to give us the gather of a kind peace. That goes for lovers as well as in and as well as out, like the perfect rainbow over two happy bodies, because the lusty eyes have now gained the wisest harvest that will give power to new refreshing acts across the humid aim of feeling.