sweetluna

The time has come for you guys, from SGLAND, to know how Vinicius de Moraes describes our women

To a woman

When dawn came

I stretched my bare chest over your chest

You were shaking and your face was pale and your hands were cold

And the anguish of the return already lived in your eyes.

I had pity on your destiny, which was to die in my destiny

I wanted to remove the burden of flesh for a second from you

I wanted to kiss you in a vague thankful affection.

But when my lips touched your lips

I understood that death was already in your body

And that it was necessary to run away so as not to miss a single moment

Where were you really the absence of suffering

Where you really were serenity.