If I could enter in your eyes,
And find the sun that sometimes it shines,
When your soul touches mine,
The wind stop and lye,
Crossing the line made with our eyes.
If I could unveil the soul,
That whispers my name to the whole world,
My heart will stop to beat,
And my veins will not meet the blood,
And my life will not repeat…
And the love touches the borders of my fantasy,
Calling for the name that makes my eyes cry,
Wanting more heart to die in your arms,
Whispering to wind gold words,
That makes my little life supply.
Marlene Carneiro
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