Adamo Salvatore
Miscellaneous
F...like Woman
She hatched one beautiful morning
In the sad garden of my heart
She had the eyes of destiny
br/>Did she look like my happiness?
Oh, did she look like my soul?
I picked her, she was a woman
Woman with a pink F, F for flower
She changed my world
My life was completely enchanted
Poetry sang in the air
I had a doll's house e
And in my heart burned my flame
Everything was beautiful, everything was woman
Woman with a magical F, F for fairy
She m chained a hundred times a day
To the sweet post of his tenderness
My chains were braided with love
I was a martyr to his caresses
I was happy, was I infamous?
But I loved her, she was a woman
One day the shy and frail bird
Came talk to me about freedom
She tore off its wings
The bird died with the summer
And that day there was tragedy
And despite everything she was a woman
Woman with a gray F, fate
At the time of truth
There was a woman and a child
This child that I had remained
Against life, against time
I snuggled into my soul
And I understood that she was a woman
br/>But woman with a winged F, get the hell away
Homero L. Diniz ([email protected])
S.C.Sul - SP - Brasil

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