2 de dezembro de 2008

Moonlight Serenade

It's was such a cold night of Spring ,
that she didn't dare to open the window.
She was reading, beautiful like a ling
With her body lean against a pillow.

She was quiet and alone,
Not far from fall asleep
Then something happened, and it was the one
Precious secret she couldn't keep.

"Yeah, he came to my house
With too guys with guitars
And he was fast like a mouse
To made cry under the stars

He sang in such a sweet way
And he had such a great letter
That in the end I wish he could stay,
But he was a gentleman and said: «Come back inside, it's better»

Then I forgot at all the quietness,
Came down to the garden, and I whisper: "shiu"
Toke away all my loneliness
And said to him: «hey, I love you» "

2 comentários:

N R disse...

È isso mesmo Rita, percebeste na perfeição o que quis dizer, nunca há paz, pelo menos, a 100%

Francisco Castelo Branco disse...

bONITO poema

gostei bastante

parabens