Sorry Sinatra, sorry Chico, but he has the most beautiful acqua marine eyes I have ever seen.
Príncipes não existem
Dito isso, tu quase me fazes acreditar de novo no amor
Nos gestos simples, nos pequenos planos.
Um dia de cada vez, pelo tempo que tiver que ser.
Eu te dei meu tempo, minha atenção, meus pensamentos
Minhas lágrimas, meus sorrisos, meus sonhos, meu coração
E de nada disso me arrependo.
Você teve meus momentos mais intensos
Foi inspiração pra dezenas de poesias (que nunca lerá)
Foi idealização jamais realizada.
Toda morte dói e essa não dói menos
Mas a frieza da sua reação só me dá mais certeza
De que essa morte, tão esperada, é bem vinda.
Há muita vida lá fora.
She received a special Christmas gift. He seems to be exactly what she was waiting for. But she is scared of this feeling. It’s not easy to like another person again. With him everything become easier and lovely. Pero ella tiene miedo…
_ You are a fucking pretty girl, a really nice one.
_ Listen, don’t forget it: never, ever, let anybody says less than this about you.
_ Now, tell me some words. I need words.
_ You are a handsome british guy.
_ You dance very well and it attracted me since the beggining.
_ I’m a free woman, but you are married. This fucking pretty girl won’t do this.
_ Don’t say it looking at me this way, fucking free pretty girl.
And then he kissed me.
You say you adore her.
And so many other unpublishable things
Without any shame
But you do not say what she most wanted to hear.
Maybe it’s even better this way
All this mismatch.
Not an ocean away was able to change
You still give her butterflies.
She is living awesome stories, unforgettable. But you are still here, in her heart. It won’t be forever, she knows. She feels it. But now you are still here, in her heart.