Serenity
I love serene and without tortures,
Sitting in these park benches
Walking down the streets hand in hand
I remind that the best in me.
I want to go to the movies for evening
And steal a kiss, my love...
The street that it was my dream,
Brilliant pebbles: a splendor!
What a shame that this woodland is dead
Let a curve of the road.
From everything I just left alone,
Saved to my illusion, birdie.
When you see old pictures from the past,
Glad you still got by my side...
MARCOS LOURES
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