Um Domingo com palavras
Em cada palavra que registo,
A volúpia de me Sentir.
Em cada palavra que formulo
Rodopia Emoção em constante fluir.
Em cada palavra que calo
Aprisiono o que não sinto
Prendo em absinto
o que não digo
o que não minto. E mato-me devagarinho
se escondo aquele Carinho
na palavra que não digo.
Uso as palavras assim.
Agarro-as, transformo-as
em pedacinhos de mim .
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In each word I register
the voluptuousness of my Feeling.
In each word I utter
There's a swirl of Emotion flowing.
In each word I silence
I imprison day by day
what I can't deny
what I don't say.
And I kill myself softly
if I hide that caress
in the words I repress.
I use words this way.
I grab them,
give them a sense,
showing my real self
in every single sentence.
the voluptuousness of my Feeling.
In each word I utter
There's a swirl of Emotion flowing.
In each word I silence
I imprison day by day
what I can't deny
what I don't say.
And I kill myself softly
if I hide that caress
in the words I repress.
I use words this way.
I grab them,
give them a sense,
showing my real self
in every single sentence.
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