Pamella Carvalho Schenatto Poems

Eros, The God of lust and sex, was having an affair with the Craftsman's daughter they had a son together: Ethan. The boy since the young age got the attention of the Olympus for his assets and beauty, mainly from Aphrodite. The Goddess watch and nurture the boy until his flower age. When she thought he was already she decided to pay him a visit, enchanted by her beauty, he fell in love with her and her for his pearl coloured eyes.
So every full moon the laid together at the edges of the Achelous River.
Envy of Ethan and jealous of Aphrodite, Dioniso, who was fiercely admirer of Aphrodite, angry he went to Zeus and told that she was committing a felony with the mortal. Then as a punishment for her did, Zeus forbade her to leave the Olympus.
In the fifth full moon of the season, instead of finding Aphrodite, Ethan had found Dionisio waits for him, who explained, telling that he was a friend of the Goddess and what she had done together with the mortal was impish and Zeus had punished her for it and the only manner that he would be able to see her again was giving Zeus a gift, the most wanted gift, Hades' Crown. Naive, Ethan accepts and Dionisio leads him to the gates of the underworld.
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Those moments that make our lives so intriguing, is what makes it worth living.
Decisions that take our feet from the ground our nights' sleepless, scanning all the possible paths. But the movement is necessary.
Although, we can plan, draw our maps, hang our goals on the wall, any of it will have the same taste when rapidly the destiny put you where you should be.
Be firm, lay your head in the place, our feet on the surface and walk, but to where?
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We loved love so intense that I lost myself in it, all our broken pieces get to gather and became one so glued that I didn't know when it was you or it was me.
We found the whole universe within our eyes and bodies when it matched with each other. It was only you and me there, and for those moments the world was calm and peaceful, but we weren't.
The war inside our minds reveals itself in its most bitter part. We became addicted to taking the worst of ourselves to the end of the day making love didn't know if it was our last fight, glance, second or pleasure together.
Like this, we carried on and on as we liked in the extremes. Until it breaks so heavily that once again we were lost, but not within each other, but in the lack of it.
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Dancing on the balcony.
Drinking in the sound of the anthem of freedom from our blood.
The empty street illustrates the hollowness of our souls.
Under the stars getting drunk in our youth.
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