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Marcus Nalgaber

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    The flower of my thought 

    will blossom, 

    sometime,

    when the sadness has gone away

    and this is how 

    I will remember you,

    my sweet dove,

    without the pain 

    that I felt upon losing you

    and upon not touching 

    your alive, gray and iridescent feather 

    so warm,

    little dove that came to me hurt

    and that left alive in me

    the trace of your innocence

    and of your calm gaze,

    tiny heart that already beat in my soul,

    great affection that you sowed in me,

    little friend that followed my steps

    looking for the comfort of my company, 

    love that grew day by day 

    and that joined both of us together,

    divine gift that I no longer have,

    memory that I am covering

    with your timid and simple image,

    courageous messenger that finally flew again

    taking with it my smile and my dreams.

     

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    I am sailing

    to the beach 

     

    I am sailing

    I'm already entering

     

    Clouds of sand

    over the beach

    it's very windy

     

    I comb your hair

    on the beach

     

    I'm combing it

    caressing it

     

    On the beach

    on the sand

     

    The clouds pass

    over the sand

     

    Caressing, yes,

    Sand

     

    Caressing her, yes

     

    I'm coming

    I'm coming

    a bit of tranquility

     

    I'm coming

    to the beach

     

    I’m coming

    I’’m coming

    Slowly yes

     

     

    Slowly yes

    slowly but on the sand

     

    Slowly, oh

    it burns very much

     

    I’lm coming

    On the sand

     

    I am coming

    Who

    Knows where
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    Here goes the English translation. Merci.

    "Where dreams are thrown"

    These days,

    every time,
    every time
    every time
    that I look at you
    I wonder
    if you see me 
    where the shadow of your sadness 
    holds me hidden

    where the shadow of your sadness 
    holds me hidden

    These days

    every time
    every time
    every time
    that I'm looking for your eyes
    I find them lost
    there
    where dreams are thrown

    I find them lost
    there
    where dreams are thrown

    under the mist of the rain

    And I touch your hand
    to feel your skin
    and find
    the one I love

    but you are not here
    and my presence
    becomes so pale
    like the smoke
    escaping
    from your cigarrette

    like the smoke
    escaping
    from your cigarrette

    These days
    These days
     
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