Let us run away …

Let us run away …

In the land where mangos grow, let's escape and find our own paradise. Underneath the celestial canopy, we'll revel in each other's intoxicating essence, promising to embrace like youthful paramours from four decades past. I'll commit to memory every freckle and every pore on your cocoa-hued skin, while you hold me as if I were a feather in the breeze. Share with me your secrets and tales, evoking laughter, smiles, and tears, as we pledge an eternity together.

Let's never lose sight of why we fled, and let's always remember to reminisce. Greet each new day like the unfurling morning glories, and I will unveil myself to you at dusk, offering nothing but sweetness. Let's flee without a backward glance, for today may be our final opportunity. Let's journey to Minas Gerais and etch our love into the fabric of time.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

Prof. Dr. Jorge R.

President of Academy of Public Policies & Ambassador at United Nations

1 年

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