How I dream of you singing mild
if I have my songs barred
night waiting in the ballad
Crazy the love that moves me?
Love .. that love, my soul goes,
candle consuming terror
that lasts more my silent tears
your hurtful silence that I dredge.
Why do you use in my last wax?
if I know your singing of songs wandering
never been nor will be, wheat in my era.
wild thoughts are mine
born free, frank border
to dream the water of your river.
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Carlos Serra
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