Constelações

Bodies are not mere matter
Of little importance
And constellations
Are your drawings

Aiming to touch
The senses that dance
When you dare to shine in my sky

I gave you a rose
Good blood
I gave you a rose

I watered it with prose
My love
I watered it with prose

I read pages to move
The greatest of giants
And to your hands
They will drink
And nothing is the same as before

Bodies are not mere matter
Of little importance
And constellations
Are your drawings

Aiming to touch
The senses that dance
When you dare to shine in my sky

I gave you a rose
Good blood
I gave you a rose