domingo, 20 de janeiro de 2019

Looking at the sad day the serene who goes kissing the wild roses every drop of dew goes watering the earth and the desert sand a
Iua infinite freezes the river the mists freezes my hands in every gust of wind I feel in my heart that I like more and still more of you my star of the skies my friend moon my soul and my heart loves very you come in my dreams to be my colored cloud I like you very much you are my night of stars in the silence of a palace you are my magic butterfly the purple that colored your wings is the shadow of the trees my verses my love

The wind hiccups my love verses your eyes are my stars and the rivers that water my garden
Only you my beautiful star to make me very feIiz you are the mist and every drop of dew that freezes the flowers until eternity I will love you you are the boat of the Indians in the Amazon river my beautiful beaches the brown and the brunette flowers of this Brazil

Moon like you
Tonight is Latin.
I see flowers of a poet shining in a garden your face is the wind
your face is the moon the sun the sea angel every day your face I want to kiss you are the sands of the beach
In every firmament I see you
with you here in this world there is only freedom
with you here in this world
here there is no more evil
  because you are my good angel

In the sands I go walking
the beautiful waters of the beach are getting cleaner no one else is throwing garbage on the edges of the beach wild horses today run freely through the desert sands made sea dolphins the wind takes them away made a ferocious tiger the sphinx always protecting the desert made a guardian to Iua shining for a camel of deserts
your eyes are my stars the butterfly that flies in the river all bleached by the cold of the dew your voice is the wind a hunter waiting for your hunt my moon I love you my moon I love your very sweet light always shining for me like a rainbow you are the thunder the cross and the candle that always protects this world from the strong wind from the heat and from the cold made a moth queen bee
My angel flies
In the clouds it is the drops of dew
I love you, I love you
On cold nights, I kissed
On autumn evenings it comes to be the mountains and all the mountains
Dwarfs and herons flying with all their heart

 

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