Já tardia se desenrolava a noite...
Prolongando uma tarde prazerosa e incomum.
Houve vinho misturado nesta minha sorte,
E hoje de bom grado abraçava a morte.
Sendo que apenas tu mudaste,
O sorriso é agora certo e seguro...
Tudo isto é causa tua minha brisa de verão,
Que assim refrescou e conquistou extinguida emoção...
sexta-feira, 8 de junho de 2012
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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I feel the ropes of the ship tightening as the wind picks up... The boards crank and moan as if they had something to say, As the silence ar...
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Have I told you how much I love having you with me? Or how beautiful is the rain when it touches the sea? Could it perhaps be compared to a ...
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Well I can see you're giving up... Laying the towel on the floor, And packing your bags close to the door... As the bed is scarce of spa...
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