Listen to those solitudes
I've been grumpy, but I go hunting onto the forest
Listening to the wind blow
Smelling the beauty of the flowers
Those ones that grow slightly
Slowly and totally devoted to the nature
The birds and my voice are one single thing
I had in my palm the orange golden leaves
As to kick the film of a fairy tail
I ate the fruits abandoned over the ground
And the grass could caress my skin
I've stretched my arms and legs till the inn
Above the shadows of the autumn of the multi-coloured trees
I danced the rhythm of the blues till the overseas
I played the vinyl for a dance of cheek to cheek
And you were with me on the dance floor
We could have set free the all gentle looks
Burning the birds from our minds
The morning has arrived shining on an open window
And your smile was the bright for me.
Brás Cubas.
Tvurk
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