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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;Gif by Xaviera Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A partir desse recomeço, ela se permite ser feliz pelo simples ato de sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;
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Se permite atrair aquilo que sempre quis.&lt;/div&gt;
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Se permite ser tênue.&lt;/div&gt;
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Já não se encontra nos extremos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Se permite voar sem carregar culpa alguma.&lt;/div&gt;
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Se permite ter o amor que reflete, em certo sentido, o amor próprio.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sensações e intuições me apertam o peito&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas eu insisto no despeito&lt;/div&gt;
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Talvez pelo não respeito de mim mesmo&lt;/div&gt;
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Que eu ainda viva a esmo&lt;/div&gt;
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E mais uma vez saio do rumo&lt;/div&gt;
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Por uma sutil coincidência que surge após sua tomada&lt;/div&gt;
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Coincidência que vem, ilude e depois parte&lt;/div&gt;
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Que briga com minha intuição&lt;/div&gt;
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Deixando minha coragem isolada&lt;/div&gt;
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Coincidência que insiste em me cobrir de tolice&lt;/div&gt;
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Que acredita na minha cegueira&lt;/div&gt;
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Tá na hora de partir...&lt;/div&gt;
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Elas foram muitas, milhares e milhares&lt;br /&gt;
Tantas que nem sabiam o por que de existirem&lt;br /&gt;
Elas doíam e sempre em vão, mas não se contiam&lt;br /&gt;
Nem pediam permissão, mas lá estavam elas então&lt;br /&gt;
Logo se via, ou ouvia e pensavam &quot;não, não... não tem que ser assim&lt;br /&gt;
Não tem que ser ruim&lt;br /&gt;
E por muito e muito tentaram e falharam&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia então elas secaram e com elas cessou-se a dor, com elas foi-se a ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talvez exista um poço pra cada tipo &quot;delas&quot;...&lt;br /&gt;
O poço da aflição, o poço da saudade, o poço da ilusão e o da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
O poço do desespero de não saber a solução&lt;br /&gt;
O poço de saber, mas de ter sido em vão&lt;br /&gt;
O poço do nada, o poço da calma&lt;br /&gt;
O poço que limpa a alma&lt;br /&gt;
São tantos poços que não caberiam nessa observação&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas o poço da felicidade que aguardo transbordar, pois é o que mais se demora a saciar&lt;br /&gt;
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E logo então, espero me derramar&lt;br /&gt;
Independente da razão e da emoção que faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;
Que seja boa e não se apresse a findar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Agora, então, eu sorrio por mim, melhor do que se afogar no poço da indiferença&lt;br /&gt;
Pois tenho comigo essa crença de que...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ao caminhar, começo a prestar atenção aos meus passos e há apenas uma pegada.&lt;/div&gt;
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Me concentro e ouço uma respiração, a minha&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu paro e não sinto nada além do frio ranger em meus ossos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha pele já não queima, não sente a vida.&lt;/div&gt;
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Não há portas neste corredor sombrio, disseram- me que a saída está lá no fim, mas demorarei a chegar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Insistir no heroísmo já não será eficaz, o altruísmo aqui, jaz.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinto algo quente em minha mão... Uma seringa de compaixão, de amor próprio é o que eu precisava então.&lt;/div&gt;
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Injeto- me de torpor e sinto o calor novamente&lt;/div&gt;
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Sinto mãos me guiando, ninguém conhecido neste longo corredor sombrio e quase sem fim.&lt;/div&gt;
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Então flutuo para um caminho incerto e sem luz, mas lá no fim há uma luz... Ou talvez não há.&lt;/div&gt;
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Algo espera por mim no final, enquanto vou sozinha por este caminho de desilusões&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto procuro algum significado para mim&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto penso se o amor é mesmo relevante&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto entendo a importância de seu poder&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto ele me mostra que não é nada do que sempre imaginei ser&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou será que eles não são todos iguais, ou o meu não serve para ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;O que te leva para tão longe?&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando procuro aquele olhar&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando um sorriso é obrigado&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando um beijo é implorado&lt;/div&gt;
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Antes tão desejado&lt;/div&gt;
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E de repente tanto faz...&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu tenho medo&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando está aqui, mas não está&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando minha voz perde seu som&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando meu toque é distante&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando há amor num instante&lt;/div&gt;
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E no outro ele se &quot; vai&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando já não me recebes com ternura&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando deixa fluir essa aura escura&lt;/div&gt;
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Que me repele, me toca a pele e ao sentimento trai&lt;/div&gt;
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Será que não vês?&lt;/div&gt;
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Perdi o melhor de ti&lt;/div&gt;
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Talvez já tenha feito tudo&lt;/div&gt;
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E agora, mesmo tentando,&lt;br /&gt;
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O quanto valho pra ti?&lt;/div&gt;
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O que sentes de mim?&lt;/div&gt;
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Como é o meu olhar&lt;/div&gt;
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E minha boca à te beijar?&lt;/div&gt;
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O que flui do meu sorriso&lt;/div&gt;
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Posso parar de sorrir&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou ainda há o paraíso?&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando se fecha em seu mundo&lt;/div&gt;
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Me afasto do nosso&lt;/div&gt;
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Me vejo isolada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me vejo envelhecida e cansada&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando me exclui de seu mundo&lt;/div&gt;
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O ciclo interrompe&lt;/div&gt;
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O elo se rompe&lt;/div&gt;
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O que deveria ser cumplicidade&lt;/div&gt;
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Se torna apenas estranheza...&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha vaidade&lt;/div&gt;
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Ver seu sorriso por me ver&lt;/div&gt;
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Ver seu olhar de ansiedade&lt;/div&gt;
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De se esquecer do mundo&lt;/div&gt;
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Para viver nossa verdade&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu desespero&lt;/div&gt;
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De me perder sem que doa&lt;/div&gt;
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De não ter sua saudade&lt;/div&gt;
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De já não ser sua vaidade&lt;/div&gt;
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De permanecer no que não sabia&lt;/div&gt;
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Que tanto chorei&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto você dormia&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu desejo&lt;/div&gt;
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De ter uma chance de sua amizade&lt;/div&gt;
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De não ser uma estranha de repente&lt;/div&gt;
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De não receber castigos desmerecidos&lt;/div&gt;
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De ter meu amor de outrora novamente...&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu desespero&lt;/div&gt;
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De te perder facilmente&lt;/div&gt;
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De não me querer mais&lt;/div&gt;
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Saber que não posso controlar&lt;/div&gt;
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De envelhecer em dobro&lt;/div&gt;
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De um dia não ter mais forças&lt;/div&gt;
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De jogar tudo pro alto&lt;/div&gt;
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De não ter o seu amor...&lt;/div&gt;
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Verdades&lt;/div&gt;
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O amor era precioso&lt;/div&gt;
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Os sentimentos ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;
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E ambos valorizados...&lt;/div&gt;
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O que te tranca em seu mundo?&lt;/div&gt;
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Tão de repente e sombrio&lt;/div&gt;
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O envolvente se torna frio&lt;/div&gt;
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E me torna isolada num espaço&lt;br /&gt;
Com sua presença e vazio...&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha tristeza&lt;/div&gt;
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Sentir que fui um mal pra ti&lt;/div&gt;
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Que sua vida seria outra&lt;/div&gt;
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Que sua solidão poderia ser de verdade&lt;/div&gt;
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Sentir que já não tenho encanto&lt;/div&gt;
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Que estou perdendo o controle&lt;/div&gt;
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E que talvez não haja escolha&lt;/div&gt;
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Saber que depois de bons momentos&lt;/div&gt;
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Sempre virá a estranheza&lt;/div&gt;
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E ela sempre vem...&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem mais e nem menos&lt;/div&gt;
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Apenas vem&lt;/div&gt;
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Deixa seu veneno&lt;/div&gt;
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E me tira um pedaço de ti&lt;/div&gt;
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Cada dia mais...&lt;/div&gt;
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E tenho medo&lt;/div&gt;
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Pois não controlo&lt;/div&gt;
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Apenas choro&lt;/div&gt;
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E é só o que tenho&lt;/div&gt;
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Além de amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Nós tínhamos tudo&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando não tínhamos nada...&lt;/div&gt;
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Angústia e desespero&lt;/div&gt;
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Aflição e desamparo&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu antigo lar se foi&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu primeiro amor se vai&lt;/div&gt;
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Aos poucos me deixando&lt;/div&gt;
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E a insanidade me toma&lt;/div&gt;
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Quem sabe um dia ela me tenha&lt;/div&gt;
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Dias cheios de euforia&lt;/div&gt;
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De paixão inconsequente&lt;/div&gt;
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É o que me traz a nostalgia&lt;/div&gt;
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Dias de dedicação&lt;/div&gt;
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De carinhos infinitos&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando Jó sua paciência nos trazia&lt;/div&gt;
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E os finais dos dias eram de alegria&lt;/div&gt;
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Num ciclo vicioso ainda me encontro&lt;/div&gt;
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Numa decisão incerta que me atormenta&lt;/div&gt;
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No medo de despertar de um longo sonho&lt;/div&gt;
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De saber que a ilusão nos sustenta&lt;/div&gt;
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Sua alma superficial te toma&lt;/div&gt;
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E me expulsa, me trai&lt;/div&gt;
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Superfície ou alterego?&lt;/div&gt;
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Temo descobrir e ter que partir&lt;/div&gt;
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Essa alma não me quer&lt;/div&gt;
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E te quer por inteiro&lt;/div&gt;
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Sugando sua virtude&lt;/div&gt;
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Virtude e vigor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Preenchiam nossas vidas&lt;/div&gt;
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A chama daquilo que nos unia&lt;/div&gt;
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Se esvaindo pelo combustível&lt;/div&gt;
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Que agora tem o controle&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma vez força da natureza&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora algo sem voz&lt;br /&gt;
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Outra alma tentando sobreviver à dor&lt;/div&gt;
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Suas palavras são tomadas como ofensa&lt;/div&gt;
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Durante os dias creio ter o amor&lt;/div&gt;
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E em seus finais a melancolia e sua ausência&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas meu antigo lugar ser foi&lt;/div&gt;
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Por razões de orgulho próprio&lt;/div&gt;
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O desamparo me tem&lt;/div&gt;
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Em cada fim de dia&lt;/div&gt;
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Depois de alguns de euforia.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dia após dia e um de cada vez&lt;/div&gt;
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Na alma a agonia de que não se sabe o que fez&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou talvez saiba, mas ela finge&lt;/div&gt;
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Prefere acreditar que são coincidências&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto leva nos lábios a alegria num sorriso devêz&lt;/div&gt;
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Sorri para o amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse que bate à porta e depois foge&lt;/div&gt;
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E volta e bate outra vez&lt;/div&gt;
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Dia após dia e um de cada vez&lt;/div&gt;
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Crente que essa sina, sempre levará consigo&lt;/div&gt;
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Seu karma amigo que colheu em suas plantações&lt;/div&gt;
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Algumas boas, outras nem tanto, outras ainda pior&lt;/div&gt;
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Colherá sempre só ao som dessas canções&lt;/div&gt;
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É só esse tal do amor batendo na porta&lt;/div&gt;
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E correndo outra vez&lt;/div&gt;
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Dia após dia.. Sempre um de cada vez&lt;/div&gt;
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É o que me foi destinado&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma vez já desejada&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma vez já proibida&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma vez já preservada&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma vez tão tentadora&lt;/div&gt;
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Anseia ainda ser querida&lt;/div&gt;
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Suas brisas tornaram-se fracas&lt;/div&gt;
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A face que toca não sente o seu frescor&lt;/div&gt;
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Seus caminhos de mistérios&lt;/div&gt;
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Não provocam mais torpor&lt;/div&gt;
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Não instiga a alma que por eles trilham&lt;/div&gt;
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A voz que falava com a natureza&lt;/div&gt;
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Tem se trancado em seu mundo&lt;/div&gt;
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Seu corpo se sente perdido&lt;/div&gt;
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Em meio a um amor tão profundo&lt;/div&gt;
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O amor que vem da natureza&lt;/div&gt;
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Seu ar parece sufocá-lo&lt;/div&gt;
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Ainda assim se sente amada&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas a natureza teme afastá-lo&lt;/div&gt;
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Fazendo-o buscar sua própria jornada&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem a natureza amada&lt;/div&gt;
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Sua força o prendia&lt;/div&gt;
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Seu amor o rendia&lt;/div&gt;
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Seus caminhos marcaram encontros&lt;/div&gt;
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Testemunhando uma saudade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Exasperada e deliciosa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Você é minha força da natureza&lt;/div&gt;
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Me torno fraca em seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;
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Fraca em seus braços que se recolhem&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto espero o olhar que flameja&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto te vejo desaparecer e penso...&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Eu tenho a ti e não te tenho&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Priscila...&lt;br /&gt;
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Avisto do primeiro patamar, suas formas&lt;/div&gt;
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E percebo o quanto me aproximo&lt;/div&gt;
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Cada vez mais e mais eu subo&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao encontro do voraz destino&lt;/div&gt;
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Lá onde os olhos falam&lt;/div&gt;
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Justamente onde me aqueço&lt;/div&gt;
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E essa voz que me conta seus anseios&lt;/div&gt;
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De sentimentos nos quais me embalo&lt;/div&gt;
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A sede por chegar não há de cessar&lt;/div&gt;
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No entanto, ela me carrega&lt;/div&gt;
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Degrau por degrau eu subo&lt;/div&gt;
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Conquistando cada patamar&lt;/div&gt;
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Para chegar onde os olhos falam&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu os decifro, eu os conheço&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu os suplico...&lt;/div&gt;
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Eles me beijam, eles me ganham, eles me pedem&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu fico&lt;/div&gt;
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Imersa para todo sempre...&lt;/div&gt;
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Priscila.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;Gif by Xaviera Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Palavras voam e o que é escrito permanece &lt;/div&gt;
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...&lt;br /&gt;
Então como dar vida à sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;
É possível dar alma aos nossos signos e trazer à vida o que sentimos?&lt;br /&gt;
Até descobrir uma outra forma&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu ponho em palavras aquilo que se diz e não se pode sintetizar.&lt;br /&gt;
Materializar tamanha dádiva&lt;br /&gt;
Não há nada idealizado que o faça&lt;br /&gt;
Os que tentam, enlouquecem&lt;br /&gt;
Então devo ser louca, eis a única explicação&lt;br /&gt;
Insensatez...&lt;br /&gt;
Insensata e louca por sua alma doce e poética&lt;br /&gt;
Fascinada por seu corpo que à sua maneira me envolve&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me possui, me toma e em devaneios me devolve&lt;br /&gt;
Esse amor nosso, que ele nos cure e sempre nos renove&lt;br /&gt;
Uma mística poesia de sentimentos que em cada palavra nos dissolve.&lt;/div&gt;
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...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me alimento do seu mel e me banho em seu suor de sândalo&lt;br /&gt;
Energizando esse mistério que nos torna em escândalo&lt;br /&gt;
De tal maneira que é visto profano, porém profundo&lt;br /&gt;
Amor que entorpece e entristece com sua falta&lt;br /&gt;
O amor que somos nós &lt;br /&gt;
Amor, que é enigmático, inexplicável e complicado&lt;br /&gt;
Não poderia ser de outra forma&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou seja lá de que forma que for&lt;br /&gt;
Não sentirei outra coisa sequer enquanto estiver ao seu lado...&lt;br /&gt;
Então, para mim, à esse sentimento só me resta uma definição&lt;/div&gt;
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Você é o amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Priscila...&lt;/div&gt;
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Me dói a mente&lt;/div&gt;
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Me dói o ventre&lt;/div&gt;
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Me dói a alma&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu dissabor&lt;/div&gt;
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Me cansa a dor&lt;/div&gt;
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Me pesa o ver&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem meu querer&lt;/div&gt;
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Me falta cor&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas tenho amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas tenho amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas tenho amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas tenho amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas tenho amor...&lt;/div&gt;
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E como um mantra&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele me tem.&lt;/div&gt;
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Olha, meu doce&lt;br /&gt;
Enxergue através do que eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;
São milhares de pequenos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;
Diante dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Será que posso te passar um pouco desta vibe?&lt;br /&gt;
Você está aqui, mas não está&lt;br /&gt;
Eu te faço presente&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vejo a letargia dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vejo a doce ardência do seu querer&lt;br /&gt;
Olha, querido&lt;br /&gt;
Isso foi feito para nós, vamos apreciar&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos dançar nesta chuva de puro sentimento&lt;br /&gt;
Abra seus braços, olhe à diante e sinta...&lt;br /&gt;
Em sua testa, em seus olhos, sua fronte, seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;
Ela vem para você e te beija&lt;br /&gt;
Sinta, meu doce&lt;br /&gt;
E compartilhe destes milhares e milhares de pequenos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;
Veja, isso é tudo nosso!&lt;br /&gt;
Veja, doçura...&lt;br /&gt;
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Priscila...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Se&lt;/u&gt; não fosse real já teria passado...&lt;/div&gt;
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Se não fosse real já teria esmaecido...&lt;br /&gt;
Se não fosse real já teria partido... Se ido &lt;/div&gt;
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Irreal por ser tão real&lt;br /&gt;
Tão real aos nossos corpos&lt;br /&gt;
Tão real em nossas lágrimas. Tão real movendo em nosso peito...&lt;br /&gt;
Tão real em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Tão fatal em seus lábios&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, se não fosse real&lt;br /&gt;
Não saberia mais distinguir... O que é e o que deixa de ser&lt;br /&gt;
Pois se não fosse real, estaria partindo... Se indo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dolorosa sensação de insuficiência.&lt;/div&gt;
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Atos que sugerem inconveniência.&lt;/div&gt;
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Um momento para ter contigo&lt;/div&gt;
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E não consigo aproveitar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mil pensamentos a correr em minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;
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O medo de ousar desvendar&lt;/div&gt;
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E na mente de uma &quot;louca&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Transmutam incontáveis coisas&lt;/div&gt;
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Me deixo levar e penso... Penso...&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas nunca compreendo&lt;/div&gt;
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Tento de muitas formas manter minha mente ocupada&lt;/div&gt;
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Tento de muitas formas não me frustrar com seus lábios calados&lt;/div&gt;
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Tento de muitas formas manter-me inerte aos acontecimentos&lt;/div&gt;
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Tento de muitas formas seguir sorrindo&lt;/div&gt;
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Te vejo ali, tão próximo e intocável, tão sofrido e desolado&lt;/div&gt;
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Te vejo lutando, te vejo também tentando&lt;/div&gt;
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E permaneço te amando, permaneço chorando&lt;/div&gt;
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A dor permanece, mas tenho seus flashes, tenho aquele olhar maroto&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho aquele sorriso satisfeito, tenho aquele som repentino duma satisfação espontânea&lt;/div&gt;
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Sofro por ti, sofro por nós, sofro pela frustração de não me permitir as palavras&lt;/div&gt;
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As lágrimas são incontentáveis , então me escondo&lt;/div&gt;
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No meu canto escuro, posso doer em paz e em silêncio&lt;/div&gt;
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Um adeus nunca é agradável, sua última imagem que aflige&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me aperta o coração, me faz correr riscos&lt;/div&gt;
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Então te amo ainda mais, mas ainda dói, ainda doerá.&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora o tempo passa sem pressa... Tão lento.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Até o fim dos tempos... Seja como for... Até o fim dos tempos, &#39;my sweet&#39;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will wait for you... Até o fim dos tempos (loop).&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Priscila....&lt;/div&gt;
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Choro de lágrimas secas é provocado&lt;/div&gt;
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Pelo sentimento subestimado&lt;/div&gt;
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Pelo pouco caso do coração&lt;/div&gt;
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Pelo texto mal interpretado&lt;/div&gt;
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Pelo vinho que não ajuda&lt;/div&gt;
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Que entorpece, mas nada muda&lt;/div&gt;
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Choro de lágrimas secas é o pior&lt;/div&gt;
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Significa não ter forças&lt;/div&gt;
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Significa achar ser em vão&lt;/div&gt;
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Significa perder o chão&lt;/div&gt;
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Querer o mártir dessa indecência&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto exercito a paciência&lt;/div&gt;
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Te vejo distante, fugindo do meu mundo&lt;/div&gt;
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Me assusta, me angustia, me rouba a alegria&lt;/div&gt;
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Palavras escritas, palavras quase ébrias&lt;/div&gt;
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Escapam por causa daquela força&lt;/div&gt;
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Me é tomada, me é cobrada&lt;/div&gt;
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Isso tortura...&lt;/div&gt;
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Só me resta a encruzilhada&lt;/div&gt;
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Dum sentimento subestimado&lt;/div&gt;
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Do coração desesperado&lt;/div&gt;
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Dum texto mal interpretado&lt;/div&gt;
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Depois duns sorvos lilases...&lt;/div&gt;
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Priscila....&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu posso ver o meu futuro&lt;/div&gt;
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Posso deixá-lo ao meu modo&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas quando me atam as mãos&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo o que vejo é uma página em branco&lt;/div&gt;
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Somente branco vejo&lt;/div&gt;
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Não espero encerrar a felicidade alheia&lt;/div&gt;
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Não desejo ao meu próximo o que à mim não é bem vindo&lt;/div&gt;
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Mesmo que no fim do dia só me restem os prantos&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu quero apenas preencher aquela página em branco&lt;/div&gt;
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Há muita luz e nenhum traço&lt;/div&gt;
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Fico cega e vejo apenas uma parte do futuro&lt;/div&gt;
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Há muito branco e nenhum traço&lt;/div&gt;
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Vislumbrante e sugestiva, a vejo&lt;/div&gt;
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Tortura-me o juízo enquanto implora&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah! Se eu pudesse prová-la agora&lt;/div&gt;
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Quanto enfardo, é ater-me deste desejo&lt;/div&gt;
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E quando finalmente eu a toco&lt;/div&gt;
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E me entorpeço a cada sensação&lt;/div&gt;
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Me encontro em frenesi, me entrego então&lt;/div&gt;
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Desejando não não perdê-la tão logo&lt;/div&gt;
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Sou como caçadora em sua boca&lt;/div&gt;
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Mirando seu olhar, então eu vejo&lt;/div&gt;
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Que amas minha carne a explorando&lt;/div&gt;
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Delicioso vinho, estou provando&lt;/div&gt;
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Vindo direto dessa densa carne&lt;/div&gt;
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Difícil é ir embora deste beijo&lt;/div&gt;
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E a canção começa a tocar, iniciamos nossos passos não ensaiados&lt;/div&gt;
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Que ainda assim se adaptam perfeitamente à nossa condução mútua&lt;/div&gt;
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Nossos corpos se atritam e se aquecem, vibram a cada toque&lt;/div&gt;
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Vamos nos desfazendo dos trapos que atenuam nossas peles&lt;/div&gt;
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Descobrindo um ao outro, descobrindo o mundo um do outro.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nos olhamos e nos apreciamos, nos tocamos e nos entorpecemos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Você me toma pra si e acolhe meus lábios com os seus&lt;/div&gt;
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Os recebo e provo sua carne densa e macia&lt;/div&gt;
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Tão suculenta como jamais pensei ser possível provar igual&lt;/div&gt;
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Nos damos em cada toque e seguimos ousando nos passos&lt;/div&gt;
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Você me deita e cobre meu corpo duma pele oliva&lt;/div&gt;
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Na qual meus lábios e língua anseiam sentir o sabor cálido&lt;/div&gt;
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Seus sons aflitos e incrivelmente estimulantes&lt;/div&gt;
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Me enchem duma sede, dum apetite... Quero devorar-te&lt;/div&gt;
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Sei que pode vê-lo em meus olhos... Quero que veja e quero que sinta&lt;/div&gt;
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Meus lábios não param e insistem, estão em busca do seu ego&lt;/div&gt;
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Então o encontram rijo e pulsante... Eu o tomo&lt;/div&gt;
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Provo-te e me delicio... Tudo em ti é saboroso&lt;/div&gt;
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Você segura em meus cabelos e me conduz nesse passo&lt;/div&gt;
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Mostra o que quer e como quer, intensificando ainda mais&lt;/div&gt;
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O fogo que nos cerca, nos toma e vai nos consumindo&lt;/div&gt;
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Me toma mais uma vez e me deita&lt;/div&gt;
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E num instante sua boca está em meu corpo&lt;/div&gt;
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Passeando e paciente, sentindo cada pedacinho&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto tira-me o fôlego e me leva à desvairo&lt;/div&gt;
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Já não penso direito, então ousas mais e sua boca desce até... Até lá&lt;/div&gt;
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E me prova com ânsia, você tem sede e lá é a sua fonte&lt;/div&gt;
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Precisa adentrá-la, quero que a explore e a faça transbordar&lt;/div&gt;
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Então queremos devorar um ao outro e assim o fazemos&lt;/div&gt;
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Ofegante e desvairada, te suplico que me possua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Você o faz com tamanha maestria, com tanta paixão&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu subo às estrelas e busco seu olhar, tão imerso e tão intenso&lt;/div&gt;
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E seguimos na dança, &amp;nbsp;nos embalamos junto à canção&lt;/div&gt;
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Seu ego dança em meu ventre, em arrebatamento&lt;/div&gt;
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Suas mãos e meus cabelos são um emaranhado só&lt;/div&gt;
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Você quer mostrar que eu lhe pertenço, quero que saiba que lhe pertenço&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero sinta que também é meu e me deixe cuidar de ti&lt;/div&gt;
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Nossos faros aguçados, sentem o odor da mistura de nossas essências&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Nossas bocas querem provar a pele um do outro&lt;/div&gt;
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Dentes, línguas, lábios, unhas, mãos, suor, gemidos, GRITOS!&lt;/div&gt;
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Entre nós, um diálogo dançante... Uma conversa especial&lt;/div&gt;
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Nos sugerimos, nos conduzimos, nos mandamos, nos provocamos&lt;/div&gt;
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E é tudo tão delicioso, tudo tão singular, tão nosso&lt;/div&gt;
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Meu ouvido próximo à sua boca, ouve seus sons ofegantes,&lt;/div&gt;
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Suas palavras estimulantes e eu o acompanho nessa dança, extasiada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Balançamos para lá e para cá, mudamos os lugares, os passos, posições&lt;/div&gt;
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E só o que podemos fazer, é aproveitar esse raro momento&lt;/div&gt;
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Este momento se chama &quot;nós&quot; e é só o que há agora&lt;/div&gt;
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E é só do que precisamos&lt;/div&gt;
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...&lt;/div&gt;
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As vibrações se intensificam e a dança fica cada vez mais intensa&lt;/div&gt;
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O fim da canção se aproxima e nos conduzimos para ele&lt;/div&gt;
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Você me aperta mais forte e eu te trago mais fundo&lt;/div&gt;
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Nossos gemidos alterados, soltamos nossas sensações em nossas vozes&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;E elas vibram através de nossos corpos, nossas peles&lt;/div&gt;
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Você diz que &quot;está vindo&quot; e o ápice se aproxima&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Este é o momento crucial da nossa dança e nós o recebemos com prazer&lt;/div&gt;
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E ele nos toma no prazer, nos trazendo os calafrios no torpor do momento&lt;/div&gt;
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E os espasmos que não se contêm nos dando uma angústia deliciosa&lt;/div&gt;
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E depois dessa E vamos desacelerando os passos&lt;/div&gt;
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Mudamos o ritmo e nos acalmamos sentindo fim dessa dança frenética&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outrapriscila.blogspot.com/feeds/8161338274364336352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outrapriscila.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-danca-penumbre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513642702385858698/posts/default/8161338274364336352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7513642702385858698/posts/default/8161338274364336352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outrapriscila.blogspot.com/2014/07/a-danca-penumbre.html' title='&#39;A Dança Penumbre&#39; (Introdução)'/><author><name>Priscila Araujo de Santana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04493064953160695083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0oQxXNMIpUqlfujdsHrk1V2srmZQ2F_T7kwWtrjWduKQl_IsgGW9mSV6jbGDdaF2MWRH-_-MHH8-I_LkzwEFYGlssWtON5t1ljU12ZSDOsEPSIxDKlVCPGfx1tvqKNQ/s113/source.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOVTZnTaB_9ljvJVkWWUtg-5DtJxxefxDtvY8zEhGeTYI1rr9vfc4iPwuU54TNVCMBY0rbwzB-bZ2YsFUVzaMggYKb_0Ogti-3e8ELWbdgIKa9IImgS00aCpcCCGo6WVPzFZJV3q4e7Q/s72-c/200w+%252842%2529.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7513642702385858698.post-6738009363337404844</id><published>2014-07-16T20:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2020-03-02T14:52:49.296-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POEMAS"/><title type='text'>&#39;Pesar...&#39;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Um ser sem ideal, que vive apenas para sonhar&lt;/div&gt;
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De regras se formou, mas que quebradas pela dor&lt;/div&gt;
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Caíram e espalharam-se pelo chão&lt;/div&gt;
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Agarraram-se aos seus pés.&lt;/div&gt;
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Seus olhos transparentes, me mostram tudo o que sente&lt;/div&gt;
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Resistindo ao caos que o leva até o abismo&lt;/div&gt;
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Nunca chegará à lugar algum, seu corpo sempre permanecerá&lt;/div&gt;
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E permanece em paz...&lt;/div&gt;
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Sonhei com a vida real&lt;/div&gt;
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De tão real, era incrível&lt;/div&gt;
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O céu feito de chão&lt;/div&gt;
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Que não se sente ao tocar&lt;/div&gt;
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Caminhava e tocava as nuvens&lt;/div&gt;
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Que derretiam com meu calor&lt;/div&gt;
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Mergulhei pela terra&lt;/div&gt;
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Corri pelo mar&lt;/div&gt;
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Atravessei o mundo..&lt;/div&gt;
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Conheci lugares onde a dor é constante&lt;/div&gt;
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E a morte um dia chega para todos&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo ficou transparente&lt;/div&gt;
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E quando acordei, nada estava diferente&lt;/div&gt;
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Dormindo, ou acordada&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu sonho independente...&lt;/div&gt;
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Se nada aqui me agrada&lt;/div&gt;
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Me isolo, me esqueço&lt;/div&gt;
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Fecho os olhos e desapareço.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Acompanhá-la&quot;, ou não?&lt;br /&gt;
Memórias futuras são o que fazem o presente&lt;br /&gt;
Presente com o qual já fugiu o passado&lt;br /&gt;
Levando-o sem olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;
No centro, vejo o que ainda vem e me concentro&lt;br /&gt;
Cabeças rolando, por nunca terem encontrado um corpo&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez assim vivam melhor&lt;br /&gt;
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Subo degrau por degrau&lt;br /&gt;
E chego onde... Nunca chego&lt;br /&gt;
Em um ponto final, algo espera por mim&lt;br /&gt;
Criaturas estranhas caminham&lt;br /&gt;
Constroem caminhos e estradas de vento&lt;br /&gt;
Que desenhadas em meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;
Traçam o meu caminhar&lt;br /&gt;
E assim começa tudo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;
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Passos lentos, olha em volta&lt;/div&gt;
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Um mundo transtornado&lt;/div&gt;
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O que faz aqui?&lt;/div&gt;
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Teu desejo só aumenta...&lt;/div&gt;
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Um som do inconsciente&lt;/div&gt;
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É a sua voz que te sussurra&lt;/div&gt;
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(caminhe até lá, caminhe até lá)&lt;/div&gt;
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Num tom de malícia, avisa&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Sua jornada está terminada&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Acelera seus passos&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenta encontrar um lugar&lt;/div&gt;
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Onde você pode por um fim em sua dor&lt;/div&gt;
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De olhos fechados&lt;/div&gt;
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Não exita caminhar&lt;/div&gt;
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Indo de encontro ao destino aonde sua voz te levou&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao destino aonde sua voz te levou...&lt;/div&gt;
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Em súplica, te arrastou&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao precipício enfim, chegou&lt;/div&gt;
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Enfim... chegou&lt;/div&gt;
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Te força à se jogar&lt;/div&gt;
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E o teu corpo pesa&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenta gritar, mas não há voz&lt;/div&gt;
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Seu fôlego se esvaindo&lt;/div&gt;
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Luta contra si próprio&lt;/div&gt;
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Acorda em meio a agonia&lt;/div&gt;
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Passos calmos, volta onde tudo começou&lt;/div&gt;
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Olha em volta, tudo bem, tudo passou&lt;/div&gt;
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O mundo agora é real&lt;/div&gt;
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Que seja assim...&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu tenho o seu olhar&lt;/div&gt;
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Não precisa das palavras e mostra o quanto me quer&lt;/div&gt;
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E no calor de seus braços, me arrepio&lt;/div&gt;
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Entre lembranças tão doces, me faz viajar e te encontrar em meus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;
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Seus olhos... Miragem&lt;/div&gt;
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Sua boca... Tortura&lt;/div&gt;
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E não me deixam partir&lt;/div&gt;
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Seu toque em mim é uma canção perfeita,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me faz balançar seguindo seu ritmo&lt;/div&gt;
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Dançamos aquecidos em nossa própria essência&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Entre lembranças tão doces, me faz viajar e te trazer dos meus sonhos&lt;/div&gt;
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Vamos dançar, doçura&lt;/div&gt;
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Aquela nossa canção&lt;/div&gt;
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E seremos um do outro&lt;/div&gt;
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E seremos um para o outro&lt;/div&gt;
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Olha, amor... Te desenhei no meu peito com traços tão perfeitos... Que nunca se apagarão.&lt;/div&gt;
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Interno e externo... Intenso como o sinto&lt;/div&gt;
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E pensando eu que não havia nada maior que o universo&lt;/div&gt;
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Um infinito em sua plenitude imensurável...&lt;/div&gt;
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Pois tenho carregado em mim algo tão perturbador quanto...&lt;/div&gt;
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Algo que todos os dias imagino se é possível medir de alguma forma&lt;/div&gt;
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Se posso mostrar o quão intenso se move, cresce, queima&lt;/div&gt;
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Isso tem vida própria, tão própria quanto os sentidos&lt;/div&gt;
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Que Isso tomou de mim e tem usado como bem quer e entende.&lt;/div&gt;
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Intensificando cada sabor, cada essência, cada toque, cada olhar, cada canção..&lt;/div&gt;
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O que faz comigo? O que me torna?&lt;/div&gt;
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Tão bom e incontrolável , tão intenso e delicado&lt;/div&gt;
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Tão &quot;universo&quot;... E ainda assim essas palavras...&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, essas palavras não são nada, são em vão&lt;/div&gt;
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São incapazes de descrever&lt;/div&gt;
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São inúteis dentro das condições de interpretação do homem&lt;/div&gt;
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Essas palavras são o que tenho e tentar pô-las em ordem é um tormento&lt;/div&gt;
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Por que o dito sentimento não se permite interpretar&lt;/div&gt;
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Apenas entenda o que isso é ou é melhor nem tentar&lt;/div&gt;
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Pois isso vai te atormentar.&lt;/div&gt;
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