domingo, 19 de julho de 2015
domingo, 24 de maio de 2015
Quen...te!
Você perdeu... Não quero mais... Eu não te amo mais
do que a mim mesmo.
Quem te disse que isso existe? Isso é historia contada na beira do
cais.
As
mentiras entre nós não existem mais... Adianta de nada fingir que estou triste.
Acabou o
apetite... Que tipo de fome pode ser maior do que as do fetiche?
Sem essa
de goiabada com queijo, feijão com arroz, café com leite, nada a combinar.
Quem te
disse que isso existe? Juras de amor eterno enquanto se pode durar.
Se reconciliar é fato isolado entre luzes de
velas, carnes e vinhos de nosso jantar.
English version:
You lost ... No more ... I do not love you more than myself.
Who told it's lover exists? This is story told on the waterfront.
Lies between us no more ... Advance sure anything pretend I'm sad.
Just appetite ... What kind of hunger can be greater than the fetish?
Without this guava paste with cheese, beans and rice, coffee with milk, nothing to combine.
Who told not exists lover? Vows of eternal love as can't last.
If reconciliation and indeed isolated and moments from candle lights, meat and our wines and satisfaction new dinner of the end.
English version:
You lost ... No more ... I do not love you more than myself.
Who told it's lover exists? This is story told on the waterfront.
Lies between us no more ... Advance sure anything pretend I'm sad.
Just appetite ... What kind of hunger can be greater than the fetish?
Without this guava paste with cheese, beans and rice, coffee with milk, nothing to combine.
Who told not exists lover? Vows of eternal love as can't last.
If reconciliation and indeed isolated and moments from candle lights, meat and our wines and satisfaction new dinner of the end.
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