THE RIVERS OF NOSTALGIA
In anything that we had we
The rivers of nostalgia forgotten
Living how cans freedom
Leaving behind the bad days
I accept your affection and your loans
Now surely bring clarity.
Life in allowing happiness
He will come bringing as we wanted.
Seedlings with words my course
And him, transforming into new plumb
Allows you to drink all the juice
It overflows the well and I perfume
Aside from that desire and that usually
I bring, an emotion, its rare smoke...
RITA DE CASSIA TIRADENTES LOURES
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