Carlos Aragao

(10-17-1959 / Brazil)

Encruzilhada


Estive em todos lugares,
assisti a cada amanhecer,
e nao cheguei a lugar nenhum.

Busco uma vida imperfeita,
cheia de dor e pedidos de perdao,
murmurios de prazer,
e gritos de paixao.

Busco o verso perfeito,
feito de mim e voce,
cheio de sol e sombras,
angustias e desilusoes.

Busco a musica perdida,
que so toca, quando voce esta,
uma melodia de prazer...feita de suor e lagrimas.

Busco uma certeza,
Um ponto final,
uma despedida,
uma ferida,
uma vontade de te ter.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011

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