Memória da Pele
João Bosco
Memory of the Skin
I have already forgotten you
I try to believe
In those lips that my lips suck with pleasure
I always suck
I always seek
To dream in vain
Red color flesh of your mouth, heart
I have already forgotten you, I try to believe
Your name, your face, your way, your scent
Your house, your bed
Your flesh, your sweat
I belong to the race of hard stone
When I finally swear that I forgot
Who remembers you in me
In me
It's not me, I suffer and know
It's not me, I pretend I don't know, it's not me
I dream of murmuring mouths
I weave in legs that finally seek
It's not me, I suffer and know
Who remembers you in me
I know, I know
It beats in the memory of my skin
It beats in the blood that pumps
In my vein
It beats in the champagne that bubbled
In your glass and now bubbles in the glass of my head
I have already forgotten you, I try to believe
In those lips that my lips suck with pleasure
I always suck
I always seek to dream in vain
Red color, flesh of your mouth, heart
