 | WHEN YOU PASS BY THE STREETS Sigh when you pass through the streets In many wonders me get drunk, I realize that at floors you float, An angel took my entire creed. It is beautiful so soft your flesh, Your legs are acts of promise. My soul, more trembling, all spies, Loving this beauty confesses. I see no more sense if I do not have The sweet feeling much love, The world of illusions, where I come from, Sand or siren at sea... Would not life be so lonely? If this street ... This Street was mine! RITA DE CÁSSIA TIRADENTES REIS |
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