Now I just get me a lover respiration Do not look at the maps, go in myself Do not walk certain streets, forget that it was a certain book of mine once Or make the song And tell you all is well the city, friends and the sea waiting for you, waiting for you. I still go to Tete week by week Beyond remember Today spoke of rifles firing dead I know she loves me That's why you may feel in your room, but now there are. And it feels in conversation, or will I have the impression, of absence and you, of absence and you.
I would not want a failure in the crime wise it is to remember. Neither the inevitable default is the nostalgia of small and silly things As in the melee step on your feet And laugh and laugh and laugh, Madrugadas without going to sleep. If it is different without you. Very different without you.
Ideas are bullet today and I can not use flowers for you. Today I want to be old and wise and be able to tell here what I could tell, talk like a tree with my shadow to you. As a book saved at sea as a dead man who learns to kiss, for you, for you, for you, for you.