Don't worry, don't
Nothing is for now
Love is in no hurry
It can wait in silence
In the back of a closet
In the rest
Millenniums, millennia
And who knows, then
Rio will be
Some submerged city
The diving divers will come
Explore your house
Your room, your things
Your soul, devils
Wise men in vain
They will try to decipher
The echo of ancient words
Fragments of letters, poems
Lies, portraits
Traces of a strange civilization
Don't worry, don't
That nothing is for now
Loves will always be kind
Future lovers, perhaps
They will love each other without knowing
With the love that I one day
I left it for you
André Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

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