curata obsesie... Waters of March It is wood, it is stone It is the end of the way It is the rest of a bole It is a bit in loneliness It is a shard of glass It is life, it is sun It is the night, it is the death It is the tie , it is the hook ... It is peroba do campo It is the knob in the wood Caingá, candeia It is matita-pereira It is madeira de vento The fall of the bluff It is a profound mystery It is the want it or not want it It is the wind, blowing It is the end of the slope It is the beam, it is the span Festa da Cumeeira... It is rain, raining It is a talk in idle of the waters of March It is the end of the tiredness It is the foot, it is the ground It is the trail on the road Bird in the hand Stone of slingshot It is a bird in the sky It is a bird on the ground It is a stream, it is a fontain It is a piece of bread ... It is the bottom of the well It is the end of the way A woe in the face It is a bit in loneliness It is a thorn, it is a nail It is a tip, it is a point It is a drop, dripping It is a bead, it is a tale ... It is a fish, it is a gesture It is the silver, shining It is the morning light It is the brick, coming It is the firewood, it is the day It is the worstest after the worst It is a bottle of cane Fragment on the road ... It is the project of the house It is a body in the bed It is the car in breakdown It is the mud, it is the mud It is a footstep, it is a bridge It is a frog, it is a frog It is a rest of bush... under the morning light They are the waters of March, Closing the summer And the promise of life in your heart ... It is a snake, it is a stick of wood It is João, it is José It is a thorn in the hand It is a cut in the foot ... They are the waters of March, closing the summer... and the promise of life... in your heart It is wood, it is stone It is the end of the way It is the rest of a bole It is a bit in loneliness It is a step, it is a bridge Its a frog, it is a frog It is a beautiful horizon Interminent fever They are the waters of March, closing the summer... and the promise of life... in your heart -Esto, -Oco, -Ouco, -Inho -Oite, -Orte, -Aço, -Zol... They are the waters of March, closing the summer... and the promise of life... in your heart
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 17:22:47 +0000