domingo, 20 de outubro de 2013

Carolina in my mind

moves gently
so calm and quiet
through the rooms
and squares in my mind.

She walks, she is searching
to make her feel in love
in one more moment
of freedom and passion.

I go to Carolina,
but I know
I have to let her go.

She is like someone
without a map
that finds his way
to the desired place.

I can't stop.
I shouldn't stop her.

But I do.
To love,
to kiss
and try to understand
her own
rooms and squares...
in her own and silent

And I still know:
no one will ever love
like I do love that girl.

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