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Que aconteceu...

Vi-te no horizonte do meu olhar, ao longe
Cruzei e descruzei com os teus olhos
Mas tão rapidamente voltei a cruzar
Algo despoletou naquele momento

Não me percebi, mas havia qualquer no ar
Passado um pouco de tempo,
Voltamos a cruzar várias vezes os nossos olhares
Despoletou várias coisas em mim

Dei por mim, a olhar sem cessar para ti,
Com calores explosivos dentro de mim
A sorrir inconscientemente sem querer,
As palmas das minhas mãos suadas…

Ao ouvir a música, os sons, as notas
Senti melodicamente romântica
Senti o meu coração a inchar
Senti a vontade de amar outra vez…

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Anónimo disse…
Nossa...
Isso que é ter inspiração!!! Lindo o poema!!!

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