Make a picture,

of me..!

With brilliance in my

eyes,

draw my mouth

color of carmine!

My chest,

like two

red apples

wanted!

With soft skin

cinnamon color,

With the smell

of rosemary.

Going all over

the body, with your hands,

velvety, and firm ...

Put on my skin,

of pure silk,

cuddle it with the

your arms

Carving frame

Golden.

Look, for the picture,

whenever you feel like it ...

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Graça Bica.

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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Os meus dias,
sem o teu amor...

É, terra árida sem fruto
para colher, 
o trilho do rio sem agua,
um jardim sem flor,
tempestades com fúria,
a minha revolta com azedume.!

Noites e dias iguais,
o mar sem agua,
a praia sem areia,
a noite sem luar,
o céu sem estrelas.

Caminho sem sentido,
vivo sem vontade,
o meu amor é grande demais...

E tudo é triste inseguro sem ti...

Daria tudo,
por reverter um só dia
do meu passado,
ter-te nos meus braços,
beijar a tua boca,
ouvir a tua voz, amor.!

Que tortura é esta, na minha vida.!
Graça Bica.
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Long was the afternoon,

that my arms,

they stood at the window

A little rain,

a cooler breeze,

they shook mine

thought,

still saved

in the retina in me

I'm so lonely

When I think of you, my love ...

Hours, days, months, and years

wander in the chest yet

awake,

of your love

Tears fall, love ...

I think, what happened?

My love for you!

My chest sobs,

and my soul moaneth,

of so much love that I keep

chest still,

closed.!!!

Graça Bica.

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Les ombres sont restées

si loin devant

de mes yeux!

La lune est apparue

regardons les uns les autres

Mon amour est parti.

cependant.!

Un cri de douleur étranglée,

un poignard cloué sur la poitrine,

mon amour est brisé!

Pas de chemins, pas de vallées,

ni clairières. revenir

Mon amour est parti!

Je te le dirai pour la dernière fois,

Je t'aime, je t'adore!

Je serai en mesure de plus par le coucher du soleil

à tes yeux,

ni entendre, mon valada

d'amour, chante pour toi

Grace Bica

(réservé au droit d'auteur)

The shadows stayed

so far ahead

of my eyes!

The moon appeared to

let's look at each other

My love is gone.

though.!

A cry of choked pain,

a dagger nailed to the chest,

my love is broken!

No paths, no valleys,

nor clearings. to come back...

My love is gone!

I'll tell you for the last time,

I love you, I adore you!

I'll be able to more by the sunset

in your eyes,

nor hear, my valada

of love, sing for you

Grace Bica

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Я пролил нежность,

рождается как река

Близко к тебе.!

Иногда вы даже не замечаете

почти ничего,

Я открытый мир,

что улыбается вам

С моими глазами

Я вижу твое лицо,

с моими руками

Я привлек вас ласками,

с моими губами

дующие поцелуи

И мое тело - это река, которая

беги за тебя ... !!!

Граса Бика.

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