Camisa Branca

The white shirt I keep hidden, I only wore it that night
When I found you
It was wrinkled, crumpled, and twisted, from all the times
I held you tight
Because it was taken off with such care and in its place
I felt your warmth
Forgotten by us, it stayed in a corner and witnessed
A great love

That night I woke up alone, missing your
Affection so much
Looking at the shirt, I saw on the collar, a mark of a kiss
That was your goodbye

Now I lie down and sleep won’t come, thinking of the body that
Belonged to me
And I kiss the shirt because it holds, traces of lipstick and
Your perfume
Passion and longing, fill me with pain, because I never again
Had that taste
And with the shirt that saw our love, I wipe the tears that
Soak my face

That night I woke up alone, missing your
Affection so much
Looking at the shirt, I saw on the collar, a mark of a kiss
That was your goodbye