Gilberto Poems - Poems about Gilberto

...A voice that still haunts me and lives in my dreams The first time I saw her a boy of sixteen She lived just a mile from where I am now A treasure so hidden to whose memory I bow The Samb......

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...We sat on a quiet porch by moonlight splashed, Wrapped in a static of faint cicada song, Watching a horizon by city lights sashed, ......

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...morning cup of joe morning kiss from the most enjoyably cold lips no worries about worries no plans to do thing according to plans time is not even in the dictionary we are making love to the st......

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