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Dos teus seios à boca incerta,
A noite inteira de amor nos espera
Despejando letras em rimas raras
Na tua pele a estrofe se espaça

Trêmulos lábios limpios
Entre estados nulos
Sedutores e carnudos
Peixes rasos dos teus rios perenes.

For the queen.

Tears from the curtains


I shall see the day mourning from within
The strains of your hair in my skin
All the curls of the rivers on the mountains
Falling like tears from the curtains

I'm not naive, and you're not a fool
We burn indeed we stay so cool
My instincts assure my fingers are right
When I grasp your waist close to mine

No fears however the fear of the night
From the past of my days so bright
Shall shine with you again

Tears from the curtains
And the furniture of the room,
Witnessed a love in bloom.