Sobre a Penteadeira
Cezar e Paulinho
On the Dressing Table
The towel that dries your face
The sheet that wrapped your body
Still has your scent
The brush that combed your hair
Still keeps
Some strands of hair
That sheer nightgown
That, much more attractive
You looked to me
I remember you, among so many things
That you wore
I still feel the taste of the last kiss
While you loved me
The soft perfume, in the small bottle
Still intoxicates me
I try to forget you, I can't find ways
You are present in the things that remained
On the dressing table
The mirror, that every morning
Reflected your image
In a real beauty
The lamp, that shone so much
Your shadow on the wall
In the sculpture of a goddess
The fruit-flavored lipstick
That in the eagerness of a fight
Of love, marked me
I miss you and cry
Looking at the things you wore
I still feel the taste of the last kiss
While you loved me
The soft perfume, in the small bottle
Still intoxicates me
I try to forget you, I can't find ways
You are present in the things that remained
On the dressing table
