Esperei que viesse

 




Esperei que viesse

Chegasse sem freio

  • derrapando

Amontoasse as palavras

Tivesse nenhum receio

E veio

arrumada

carregada

E me acertou a fivela do assunto

Desatou 

todo o sentimento 

Foi isso que me deu de amor 

esse juramento 


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