By: Érika Renata, Manoela Linhares e Victor Renato.
In the frequency of the touch that presses living,
The feeling frees the contained secret.
And it makes the sweet emblem that plays being,
In the affection that the hidden love appears.
The music plays the heart in unending grace,
In an innocent flight to the return of the childhood.
Because the same strings play the life,
They are the strings that vibrate to the sound of the hope.
To feel the rhythm that wraps each love dream
It is to dream in the freedom of singing the emotion.
And to live freely, escaping from the pain,
For singing to the whole world that screams the heart.
Each note where we wrote the feeling,
An eternal song composes in rivers.
The sonnet that reveals the sincere suffering,
They are the verses that fill out and they disguise the emptiness.
Give the tone that represents your melody,
And compose in the love, the true happiness.
It is dancing that the sun makes to be born every day,
With the touch that hurts and wraps the longing.
Ah! Ficou demais.. Parabéns!
ResponderExcluirA poesia está em suas veias.. continue assim !
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