My days,

without your love

Yes, arid land without fruit

to harvest,

the river rail without water,

a garden without flower,

storms with fury,

my revolt with sourness!

Evenings and even days,

the sea without water,

the beach without sand,

the moonless night,

the sky without stars.

Way meaningless,

I live without will

My love is too big ...

And everything is sad, insecure without you ...

I would give anything,

for reverting one day

of my past,

have you in my arms,

to kiss your mouth

hear your voice, my love

What torture is this, in my life!

Graça Bica.

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