do mar, da cor da mata. Os olhos verdes da mulata. Sao cismadores e fatais, fatais. E no beijo ardente perfumado. Conserva o cravo do pecado. De sabores cambucais. . "Olhos Verdes" by Gal Costa. -------------------------------------------------------------------------
Eu não sei se vem de Deus. Do céu ficar azul. Ou virá dos olhos teus. Essa cor que azuleja o dia?. Se acaso anoitecer. Do céu perder o azul. Entre o mar e o entardecer. Alga marinha, vá na mare
If I wait long enough, someone might come out. If I tried I could meet somebody else. So I'll follow false prophets walking down my street. To keep, keep me busy, so soundly I'll sleep But it's all
You were right. I was up all night thinking about you. Dreamed I choked. On your kaleidescope, they still look deadly My fatal flower. How the tigers all laughed. As I ran along the well-worned p
