Loirinha de Bombacha
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Green was the color of the chimarrão I used to drink at Centennial Park
E quando eu me senti um pala velho
Perdida na barranca do rio
Tu me vestiu sem temer chuva ou frio
Perdida na barranca do rio
Tu me vestiu sem temer chuva ou frio
November 1, 2024 at 12:13 PM
E quando eu me senti um pala velho
Perdida na barranca do rio
Tu me vestiu sem temer chuva ou frio
Perdida na barranca do rio
Tu me vestiu sem temer chuva ou frio
This well of silence, it’s empty and worn,
Once held my thirst, but now it’s torn.
Walls barely standing, memories fade,
Dreams of youth, in silence laid.
Once held my thirst, but now it’s torn.
Walls barely standing, memories fade,
Dreams of youth, in silence laid.
October 25, 2024 at 11:32 AM
This well of silence, it’s empty and worn,
Once held my thirst, but now it’s torn.
Walls barely standing, memories fade,
Dreams of youth, in silence laid.
Once held my thirst, but now it’s torn.
Walls barely standing, memories fade,
Dreams of youth, in silence laid.
He changes his pace with each step he takes
In the same rhythm as the marsh that got soaked
His hat's wide brim hits, which in other winds
Withstood the August rains sent by God
In the same rhythm as the marsh that got soaked
His hat's wide brim hits, which in other winds
Withstood the August rains sent by God
October 24, 2024 at 7:55 PM
He changes his pace with each step he takes
In the same rhythm as the marsh that got soaked
His hat's wide brim hits, which in other winds
Withstood the August rains sent by God
In the same rhythm as the marsh that got soaked
His hat's wide brim hits, which in other winds
Withstood the August rains sent by God