The Nights of Vila Sonia

Written and posted by Jean-Louis. 02/2013

Since this is Valentine´s week,  I thought it appropriate to post some love poems written to my dear sweet wife Mirian, my inspiration and my faitfhful travel companion.
I hope that it will help some of you men to rediscover the romantic bone in you that you might have lost along the way and forgotten that she is "bone of your bones and flesh of your flesh". Any spontaneous, sincere attempt at tickling her funny bone will be appreciated, I am sure. Your  gift  doesn´t have to be expensive, extravagant or outrageous. All she wants is your tender loving attention and appreciation.    
 

My dear love, precious muse

Your tenderness flows over my soul

And keeps me quieted down

In your sweet embrace

My being wrapped in you

Velvety and silky mother of pearl

Consecrated vase

Shared in silence

Prisoner locked without a key

Under the enchanted night

Half mist, half moon

Piercing with its sharp horns

The tenacious diaphanous veil

Challenging the wind

And the unceasing rain

In São Paulo,

City of illusions

Here you are Vila Sonia,

Suburb of dreams

Awoken by the nostalgia

Of a distant anxious melody

Lulling my weariness

With melancholy chords

Suspended by  its rhythms

Benevolent ambassadors

Musical streets vendors

Bring the flowery dawn

Of scarlet glory strewn

On a golden palette

By the indecisive heavenly

Host welcoming

In your unknown world

This exhausted traveler

With all its best efforts

The king of the day could not

Eclipse your inviting glance

And your noble bearing at last

Inviting me to share... breakfast.