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Poética da alma

Criei este espaço completamente livre com o motivo de mostrar que é possível dar voz ao pensamento liberto na verdadeira expressão do espírito e da alma e as suas paixões! Um sonho inspirado em liberdade e amor.

Poética da alma

Criei este espaço completamente livre com o motivo de mostrar que é possível dar voz ao pensamento liberto na verdadeira expressão do espírito e da alma e as suas paixões! Um sonho inspirado em liberdade e amor.

Lonely as me ( in days so light greens)

                      Thrills - Trills

Stay everytime a beautiful destiny to lean on:

all the delicates summer dreams;

to invent another song to sing, to sing...

Lonely as me in days so light greens!

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Summer love the endless inspiration;

everytime i remember for an instant in my mind,

the distant day passing by imagination:

the beach, the sea, the wind, the sand, your eyes

              my joy stay for a while

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Reasons for dreaming in my loneliness,

when my hopes can`t escape always

hearing a melody to forget in a moment all regrets!

Come true my happiness in my lonely days...

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The time behind the old days is lost forever.

To search new motives to believe

in make all dreams better;

I can`t avoid the wind of future, it`s like another season

               preparing to leave!

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You can`t stop the wings of time,

you can`t stop the blossom of life.

You can`t stop the beauty of friendship to begin...

You can`t stop the will of inspiration

              in a voice to sing, sing!

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Those are all the suns, moons, magic nights...

I catch when i want everytime the lovehopeclock:

in my lonely light green days by my side to perfect sights

the will to survive you ever, ever can`t stop.

    Rosamar  Freedom

  

 

    

Lonely as me ( in days light greens )

The first illusion falling;

the first reason :

for crying, crying...

It`s the same every season!

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As the weather changing;

i play with one another deception,

musings embroiled me in a spring

while the winter is cold in my perception!

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Suddnely i stay lonely as me:

i recollect in my memory other sensations;

as a nostalgic and gentle autumn leaf as velvet i feel...

Go away with all my false illusions!

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    Rosamar Freedom 

  

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