Text by Alceu Natali, copyright protected by Law 9610/98
Silent ears fond of breaking them, How auspicious is our contingency, Rosebushes on the thornless path, Girded with the balms borrowed from you, Our days seem to be on the edge of tomorrows, My nights are always anxious, waiting for a flood of near-monologues, Perennial this exchanged word, Images on the retinas without imagining them, Predestined the smiles opened by you, Today within reach of yesteryear, Present times meeting long glances by a hair's breadth of surprises, Hidden secrets keen on revealing them, Mended this broken heart, Hair the color of fire without manipulation, Burning the glances cast by you, Moments beyond eternities, Unexpected complicities due to concerns close to disbelief, Disarmed spirits not afraid of them.
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