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The Last Train From Lisbon

Thoughts & QuotesPosted by Stevan Mon, May 30, 2016 00:46:40

That Friday evening

As the lights turned on

She walked out

And left on the pavement

Her footprints

Like music notes

From moonlight sonata

Since then I carry on my lips

A kiss as glorious as Milky Way

And I am looking for a word

That will describe her magic

I was born that evening

On the Faro train station

An orphan with no past

Deceived by the future

Accused by my own words

Cursed to love

Without ceasing

Enchanted goddess of longing


Naquela sexta-feira à noite
À medida que as luzes se acendiam
Ela saiu
E deixou no passeio
As suas pegadas
Como notas de música
De uma sonata ao luar
Desde então, carrego nos meus lábios
Um beijo tão glorioso como a Via Láctea
E procuro a palavra
Que descreva a sua magia
Eu nasci naquela noite
Na estação de comboios de Faro
Um orfão sem passado
Enganado pelo futuro
Acusado pelas minhas próprias palavras
Amaldiçoado para amar
Sem descanso
Deusa encantada de saudade



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