Camisa Branca

The white shirt that I keep hidden, I only wore on the night
I found you
It was crumpled, wrinkled, and twisted, in the many times
I hugged you
Why was it taken off so lovingly and in its place
I felt your warmth
Forgotten by us, it stayed in a corner and was a witness
Of a great love

That night I woke up alone, feeling the absence of your caresses
Looking at the shirt, I saw on the collar, a sign of a kiss that was your goodbye!

Now I lay down and sleep won't come, thinking about the body that belonged to me
And I kiss the shirt because it has traces of your lipstick and perfume
Passion and longing fill me with pain, why did I never have this taste again
And with the shirt that saw our love, I dry the tears that wet my face