Para que não me esqueça

Sinto falta da tua calma, do teu olhar, do teu sorriso, do teu toque, do teu abraço, da tua respiração, da tua voz quente e doce, do teu ombro, do teu peito, do teu beijo, da tua língua indisciplinada, do teu calor, do teu sexo, da tua conversa, das tuas costas, de ti, de te sentir ...

(adaptado)

While Your Lips Are Still Red - Nightwish

Não sei se da Lua, se da espectativa, se da ansiedade, se da fuga.
Preciso de tudo isto e de muito mais...

Sweet little words made for silence not talk

Young heart for love not heartache

Dark hair for catching the wind

Not to veil the sight of a cold world

Kiss while your lips are still red

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

First day of love never comes back

A passionate hour's never a wasted one

The violin, the poet's hand

Every thawing heart plays your theme with care

Kiss while your lips are still red

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

Kiss while your lips are still red

While he's still silent

Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled

Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool

Drown into eyes while they're still blind

Love while the night still hides the withering dawn

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