Caixas
Nina Macedo
Boxes
My boxes are sealed
And addressed far away from here
With eternal and ethereal memories
That I no longer want to hear
And my heart says every day
When I open my eyes in bed
Remembering that my love is no longer here
To say that loves me
Dispatching memories
To where I've never been
Sending to people
That I never knew
And throwing away pieces of you
That remained in bed
Remembering that my love is no longer here
To say that loves me
