The cold is penetrating these days ... The gray, black and brown, the burning odors and the crowding exhale. The moods of the complaint, fear and disgust, the flavors we seek in every generous Cal ... The silence of the deserted streets, squares and trees with no children and no birds ...
Alli in the warmest corner of my heart Love lights the fire and I see blue, pink and yellow and I feel that perfume intoxicates me and there is laughter and joy and a glass of wine shared happiness and the silence is poetry in a song by Vinicius ... And I read Pablo Neruda
- stolen branch
- In the night we shall
- to
- steal a flowering branch.
- spend the wall,
- in the darkness of the alien garden,
- two shadows in the shade.
- was not yet winter,
- and the apple appears
- suddenly become
- cascade of fragrant stars.
- In the night we shall
- to its trembling firmament,
- and your little hands and mine
- steal the stars.
- And silently,
- to our house,
- at night and in shadow,
- enter with your steps
- silent step perfume
- and
- starry feet the clear body spring.
Vinicius de Moraes & Toquinho Tarde em .- Itapuã-
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