Where is the love?

I walk in slow steps,

I don't have hurry, I don't have time...

follow the breeze and the sound of the birds,

in this my moment…

waterfalls or cascades, rivers or lakes...

fresh water that bathes me, also kill me...

I go on, I go on alone...

thinking about life, yesterday I was, today I am...

tomorrow I won't be anymore...

the letters sent will remain,

if they haven't been burned...

Hey, girl, don't burn my letters!

walking, loving, reading, writing, declaiming...

the things of a poet... who never tires of waiting.

Where is the love?

I follow the breeze and the sound of the birds,

in this my moment...

waterfalls or cascades, rivers or lakes...

fresh water that bathes me,

also kill me...

I go on, I go on alone...

thinking about life, yesterday I was, today I am...

tomorrow I won't be anymore...

the letters sent will remain,

if they haven't been burned...

Hey, girl, don't burn my letters!

walking, loving, reading, writing, declaiming...

the things of a poet... who never tires of waiting.

Where is the love?

Where is the love?

I go on, I go on alone...

thinking about life, yesterday I was, today I am...

tomorrow I won't be anymore...

the letters sent will remain,

if they haven't been burned...

Hey, girl, don't burn my letters!

Walking, loving, reading, writing, declaiming...

the things of a poet... who never tires of waiting.

Where is the love?

Autor: Karlos Brasil (tradução de: Onde esta o amor? publicado aqui no RL)

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