Angel or demon
weight withou measure,
I called you because
I love you.
They are things of the heart,
explicit love.
Obsession to possess,
throw it outside.
Messages, oaths of love.
Tomorrow only tomorrow,
One for the other, our love.
Invent with sugar, honey or poison.
Translated by Nelson Fco. Andrade
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