Sunday morning - Manhã de domingo
Sunday morning Words collapse But the good feelings still remain Pulsing light like a star Truth is on the table We're alone , enjoying this banquet Here , with everything that you like With everything that is tasty for both We have a deal Sealed with hugs There"s no need to put it on a paper It's too fragile Susceptible to misunderstanding What really matters? The implicit joy that rises from watered eyes And if a tear runs , for sure , carries the power to sink a ship We're from the sea , without plans Connected to situations (for now) impassable But we believe in the flame , the stream , the gold solidification The alchemy wich turn this light imparishable G.S. from : Purple...