sepasuna DO want something.
You know how this is: if Miron
crystal moon,
the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I play
next to fuegol
to impalpable cenizao the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats
that naveganhacia those isles of yours that wait for me.
But
if little by little you stop
want me I'll stop loving you little by little.
If you forget
prontome not look for me,
I shall already have forgotten.
If
think it long and mad the wind of banners pass my
viday decide you leave me at the bank sa
heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day to this
hour I shall lift my raícesa brazosy will seek another land.
Perosi every day, every hour
me feel like you're destined
with implacable sweetness. If every day
flower subeuna your lips to seek
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 while living
be in your arms without leaving
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