Hard curves
After the hard curves of the path,
The luck that had sought finally reaches
Knowing that I will not ever alone.
In the love that made me soft and meek,
Certainly each step, now line up.
Standing beyond these mountains
My eyes demand at this look,
By changing all of a sudden, my reminder,
I realize how good it feels can dream.
The lights next to you are such,
By making our road glitter.
I know how much I want to be with you,
Winning every form of danger...
Marcos Loures E GILBERTO FREITAS
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