Carlos Aragao (10-17-1959 / Brazil)
He was just a dreamer
Who warm you in the cold days
Was the breeze in your hot nights
A desire in your insights...
The dreamer wants to follow you...
And guide you in the storms on infinity
Kiss you in unexpected moments
And hold you in arms of serenity…
The dreamer will give you anything,
In exchange of a smile...
...A stolen kiss…
..Or a hug in the mist.
It’s a cold breeze outside…
(A moon he can’t see…)
Still a feeling of happiness in the dream
With your smell and presence...
...Inside the dreamer more secret senses
The dreamer face his fate
The solitude and all what means
Of being outside a dream.
A beg for help
A murmur of need
He just count the seconds
To go back to sleep.
The time passing by
Full of memories of his reality
When he was a tree and she was his roots
Feeding from love in eternity.
When they are birds
Flying side by side
In a sky full of red,
In a place where they're never sad.
She was him
He was her
And was secrecy.
Was one soul. Just one heart.
One moment of pain...
...When all the pleasure,
Will be flowing like rain...
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