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Não posso parar de pensar em você
Pois seus beijos são mesmo de o sabor de doce de leite
E quando você me abraça
Eu sei o que eu estou apaixonado....

Vou tomar um caminho na jardim da minha alma
Eu olho para o brilho de sol e
Penso no seu sorriso, verdadeiro e amigável
Quando eu vou andar, o som dos passaros amigos
Me fazem lembrar da sua voz, o mel das abelhas
As cascas dos arvores não podem comparar com os
Seus olhos castanhos puros, com curiousidade intensa
Seu afeiçao é como o Rio do Amazonas
Grandão, uma força importante na minha
Vida da natureza
Sua alma corre por toda da minha floresta
O coração da minha razão da vida....

Eu sento numa pedra grande, viajando na mente
Sonhando com você
O vento me rodea, e eu sinto o seu cheiro
Seu cheiro viril de hortelã e capoeira
Ô, meu homem da capoeira
Aonde você está agora?
Quando eu vou entrar em contato com a natureza
Eu sei o q você está comigo
Quando eu vou pensar em você
Com certeza eu sinto você no meu coração
Nos todos os arvores, todas as flores, nos raios de sol
Você está lá...

Meu amigo, meu amor, meu homem dos dread locks
O mestre da capoeira
E o meu coração....

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ENGLISH VERSION:

Without Title for the Time Being

I can't stop thinking about you
For your kisses are like the taste of sweet milk
And when you hug me
I know that I am in love.......

I go to take a walk in the garden of my soul
I look at the brightness of the sun
And think of your smile, honest and friendly
When I go to walk, the sound of the bird friends
Make me remember your voice, the honey of the bees
The bark of the trees can't compare with your
Pure brown eyes, with intense curiosity
Your affection is like the Amazon River
Gigantic, and important force in my
Life of nature
Your soul runs through all of my forest
The heart of my reason of life......

I sit on a large rock, travelling in the mind
Dreaming of you
The breeze surrounds me, and I can taste your smell
Your manly smell of mint and capoeira
Oh, my man of capoeira
Where are you now?
When I go to connect with nature
I can feel you are with me
When I think about you
With certainty I feel you in my heart
In all the trees, all the flowers, the rays of the sun
You are there.......

My friend, my lover, my mand of the dreadlocks
The master of capoeira
And of my heart......

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Author notes

the poem is 1000000 times stronger in portuguese, so please do not judge it in english! its my first love poem for a man that is(was) in my life, though he has never read it, and i am sure he never will.....
Written April 22nd, 2006

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  • tinuelena
    April 23, 2006
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    Oooh... I love foreign languages... I'll take it to my Spanish teacher, she is fluent in five languages, and I do believe one is Portuguese. (She knows the romance languages... Portuguese is one of the romance languages, right?) Italian, Spanish, French...

    ...hmm, yes, I think so.

    I shall come back with comments if she is able to translate. (Sorry, but I can't stand those online ones).

    Elizabeth


  • Corvidae
    April 23, 2006
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    Umm...dunno what it says :D

    Gee...It just so happens, I know someone who speaks Portugese! I think he's really appreciate it so I'm going to print it for him and see what he has to say about it! I can't critique it, but I can give you an A for writing it in Portugese!