Saturday, April 12, 2008
Monday, April 07, 2008
Noturno
E o fel das minhas palavras
Acalmaram meu silêncio
Mas deixaram suas marcas...
Se hoje sou deserto
É que eu não sabia
Que as flores com o tempo
Perdem a força
E a ventania
Vem mais forte...
Hoje só acredito
No pulsar das minhas veias
E aquela luz que havia
Em cada ponto de partida
Há muito me deixou
Há muito me deixou...
Ai, Coração alado
Desfolharei meus olhos
Nesse escuro véu
Não acredito mais
No fogo ingênuo, da paixão
São tantas ilusões
Perdidas na lembrança...
Nessa estrada
Só quem pode me seguir
Sou eu.
Sou eu.
.
.
The steel of my eyes
And the gall of my words
Calmed down my silence
But left their marks ...
If today I am desert
It is because I didn't know
That the flowers with time
Lost strength
And the torment
Comes stronger ...
Today I only believe
In the pulse of my veins
And that light that there was
At each point of departure
There is much left me
There is much left me ...
Oh, winged heart
I will deflower my eyes
In this dark veil
I do not believe anymore
In the ingenuous fire of the passion
They are so many illusions
Lost in the memory ...
On that road
Only who can follow me
That's me.
That's me.
That's me.
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