The Man I Love You
Vinicius de Morais
To you, with love
Love is the murmur of the earth
when the stars go out
and the winds of dawn wander
the birth of the day ...
The cheerful abandon,
the rutile joy
lips, source
and the wave that rushes
Sea ...
Love is the memory
the weather does not kill,
the song beloved
happy and absurd ...
And the music inaudible ...
The silence that trembles
and seems to occupy
the heart that trembles
when the melody
the song of a bird
seems to be ...
Love is God in fullness
the infinite extent
of donations that come
with the sun and the rain
is on the mountain
either in plain
the rain that runs
and the treasure stored
at the end the rainbow
.
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