Absence I let you die in me the desire to love your eyes that are sweet Because I can give you nothing but heartache of seeing me perpetually exhausted. However your presence is anything like the light and life and I feel that in my gesture exists your gesture and in my voice your voice. I dont want to have because in my being it would all be over I just want next time youil pop up on me how faith in desperate so I can take a drop of dew on this cursed land That was about my meat like a stain of the past. Ill let you go and encostarás your face on the other side your fingers enlaçarão fingers and you desabrocharás to the dawn But you wont know that I picked you because I was the great intimate at night Because I touched my face in face of the night and heard your loving talks Because my fingers hes tying the fingers of fog suspended in space and I brought to me the mysterious essence of your cluttered abandonment. Ill be just like the sailboats in harbours mufflers But I possess more than anybody because I can leave and all the lamentations of the sea, the wind, the sky, the birds, the stars will be your voice, your voice present absent, your voice serenizada. In the diver, of Vinicius de Moraes. (Translated by Bing)
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 01:54:28 +0000
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