junho 03, 2003

Psiu ...

(..) if each day, each hour
you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Hoje .. com Pablo Neruda ;-)

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