Brazilian afterthought


Ah! Que beleza, esta vida
que sempre me roda,
and the speed of the hands
that effortlessly beat the drums.

Eu quero-o,
now and in all my days
of fretless wandering
between one sleep and another.

Que pena, meu linda,
this frail contract,
written in my fashion
expires like air.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-07-31 at 01:13

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