Museu

There is no heart that doesn't have a hidden longing
And every mouth, has a kiss of relic
Like you to me, who left my life
But your departure wasn't enough to take you away from me
Every now and then I touch the end!

There is love that keeps so much longing that it becomes a museum
That my mind visits directly to remember that it hasn't forgotten
And once again, here I am, looking at a photo
Watching a video, seeing everything that is yours

There is love that keeps so much longing that it becomes a museum
That my mind visits directly to remember that it hasn't forgotten
And once again, here I am, looking at a photo
Watching a video, seeing everything that is yours