Velhos Tempos
Roberta Miranda
Old Times
Who no longer remembers the great boleros, perfidy
Carnations on the lapel, dim light
And the conversation whispering like this:
I love you, I want you
The women with shocking pink lipstick
Decisive men
The romance began
And the perfume she wore was jasmine
The solo of piston, throat, and violin
I keep feeling your heart in me
Love from old times
Relics of the past
It gave me so much longing
For the good that sleeps in me
Today so many years have passed
Only this love remained
Today I walk side by side
With sadness with pain
The more I look, the more I convince myself
They are memories
Old times
Crazy thoughts shout: heart
