To Daniel Nunes
Before turning on my heart,
I used to walk in the dark.
I learned to love
but not truly.
They taught me to tolerate
but not totally.
I started to shut up
but not eternally.
He's got mysterious eyes
and I can't unravel them.
He's got fleshy lips
and I can't kiss them.
Somebody told me
not to hide my lighthouse.
And away from the universe,
I learned to be true.
Somebody taught me
to bear the loves
but not the griefs.
After turning on my heart,
I started to look for feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem