Arquivos Mensais: Março 2009

Fresh river of joyJingles in the morning sunSinging with happinessSweet melodies of stonesFresh rush in the bushWaves goodbyeEmbraces eyes and tearsAnd silences the wisdom of nature Stop there and starts againFresh river of enchantment

It’s never to late toMeet a girl in the afternoonInvite her to dinnerAnd let her swing your body to a danceWhen you find the dance is lostTake a chance andMake her happy

Choose hands instead of wordsCross them in your wayAnd let them have the sound insideHear them telling your feelingsHear them screaming for your attentionFind messages of the hands you grabThe hands you shakeAnd feel the hair you love

SingWith light in your wordsAnd colors in the eyesAnd dance evolving the momentHugging all the peopleAnd cross the middle of the roomFind new corners to meet new peopleGrab flowers where you passAnd spread them to allSoftly whisper the wordsLet the … Continuar a ler →

There is nothing more than a just a songNo more letters and no more notesI only sing if I ‘am aloneAnd so there is nothing longer than a simple song

Writing at your windowWith a transparent penI paint the colours around your faceHighlight the smiles and the eyesI write you lettersI let you knowI sing and danceAt you windowI drive you around my worldWe even have our litle worldWith a … Continuar a ler →

I can walk you homeI can laugh and smileI can even learn while I’am on your sideI do laugh a lotAnd is due to your nicest smileBut when you’re goneWhen you step a sideI close my eyes and findI’ am … Continuar a ler →

Looking in to memoriesI found a small paperThe notes writtenWere unusually trueSo many lies lay on papersI found I wanted youI found the word of love in thereYour name, my own and loveNothing more is there to sayI think the … Continuar a ler →

Atras do teu cabeloEscondias o sorrisoAtras do teu cabeloEras princesa de sonhoAtras do teu cabeloAmavas-me sem saberes De olhar encantadoVia-te espreitar envergonhadaDe olhar encantadoEsperava a tua boca aparecerDe olhar encantadoEscrevia-te de mãos abertasDe olhar encantadoAmava-te sem saber

Era uma noite esquecidaAquela onde te encontreiVinha da lama da vidaDa cama de quem amei Era nas horas perdidasNos ramos ja partidosChutava as almas vendidasDe todos os livros ja lidos Era uma vaga no tempoUm banco vazio ao luarEra um … Continuar a ler →