I cannot speak of what I feel. And yet I feel so much. I know that woman's arms can heal me. Like an angel's touch. . She says she likes the accent. She thinks it's so polite.
I want your heart, I want your soul. I want everything you hold dear. I want the sinews that bind you together. I know enough is never enough. I want the broad road and 20/20 vision.
Flvio Venturini / Mrcio Borges. A madrugada raiou molhada de primavera. O cho tremeu, trovo (no cu tremeu). Vai pelo rio rolando a msica do meu sonho.