29 february 2012
sem título
penso no dia,
no abraço à toa
na hora que passa
na boca
seu cabelo que voa,
queria não pensar
tanto.
i think of the day
of the hug for nothing
of the time that passes
of the mouth
your hair that flies,
i wanted not to think
so much.
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