Lembranças no exílio

Neste exato momento
vislumbro o mar azul da costa carioca
sem gigogas ou gigolores
Ah... as cariocas!!!!!!!!!!!

Que doce perfume exalam seus corpos
sedentos por uma gota de água e sal
e um bronzeado estupendo.
Seus corpos morenos...

No meu intrépido exílio
sonho em estar perto do Pepê
pegando uma onda
ou deixando ela me levar

Ah... o doce frescor da maresia
impregna as minhas narinas secas
ávidas por um sinal de vida
... numa tarde que já se foi.

SKIN

Skin. Your sweet touch
blows energy
Clarity Sweetness
A taste of apple...

Sublime Sin
Smooth Skin
of white shelter,
A white desire
of Sun day.

I just forgot the world
When I kiss your honey lips
I wanna find a kind of purety,
in your sweet desire sin
I wanna taste all flavours of you.

Skin, Oh Yes
Blow the energy of love
A spring morning
or other way of winter...
Your love conquest me like a new sin
Every Kiss appears so eternal.

Steps packed for drops of rain, one morning rainy of one day of December (lacking a little be for the Christmas)

Feel your steps
enter in the compass
of each space deformed
of this tumultuated city,
feel the groove
of the exhaust pipe
in the sound, almost a running over,
aôxi... I stepped on in the cement...

The jelousy guy
was delighted in the way
of being admired
for having in the arms that brown sugar lady.
So many things to understand,
suddenly, a fine rain...

In the window of the building
I see that couple happy,
that they start to argue
and at a happy drizzle moment,
One hug of love and a kiss blows up
spreading in all that affection,
It was as if the city was bluer
in a clarity of abetters in rain.

Look, My friend, How is pretty
the abetters in rain,
A colorful kiss
in the way them celestial drops.

Feel the compass
hurry your step
the love cannot stop!