NEGARRA (...) I resigned and now ...
And now approaching the dizzying pace boat races, I can only think of this: (...)
me looking from here in a garden of tears.
Tears for you.
We lived on an island
much time together,
floating on the sea.
I've seen you,
riding waves and sand pat ...
I knew I loved you and brought you
within me.
But I let you go,
(...) I am a woman ... my heart is being torn apart by the tenderness
left, which killed her.
My hair blowing in the wind I sing
strong ...
slow and sing about your nights ..
singing on flavor of salt on your skin. BUT
let you get away /
WAVES AND DO NOT BRING HERE /
BUT I WILL WAIT /
ON THE SHORE /
IF YOU DO NOT RETURN ... EVER.
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