Minha mente e suas coisas
My mind…My things
Clarity to the afternoons, cloud while shining,
Weeping down on my face, I do not want them to myself.
I am a calm wind or torrential rain,
I love craziness and then I play hating. (or love)
I imagine loneliness and smile for me and for all,
I do verses while inspiration blows me,
I am a little of everything: sweet caresses
Or strong passions, hurricane in gallops,
Rude, thoughtful, sweet or angry girl.
I always love very much... Limit is crying for love...
I am greatly miss the smell from my skin.
My things ... My mind.