13 outubro 2014

Not lack love.

I Wanna hide
among your arms
and see myself in your stare,
the mirror of the soul


And I think to believe in fairies
it comes with beautiful tales
talking about your smile
and make me intoxicated with joy.

Nor will I contain myself
the dry kisses
want to drown
I'm Not Cantareira Dry River
But I wann feel you like my First Station .

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