Comments about Samoel Bianeck
The Love Wants.
It wants the pleasure
Of a good to want
That it can until suffering
What it is for it to suffer?
For Love and that of love it goes to die
It swims matters; if of love it wants to live
To live for the love, where it will be is very to die.
Nothing of pain
It wants to run away from pain
It always looks pain
Of the love; with it comes to pain.
It suffers, fight with glow, it feels pain.
It turns slave, it bleeds, irritation, it suffers pain
It cries out is the love!
It opens the flower, that comes pain!