Sunday, July 27, 2008

Replace Fuser Brother

Travel & Returns

is a certain thrill that comes over me at the thought.
or see it portrayed in photos and video.
Salvador Queen, the royal and magnanimous gesture to welcome you at the airport with his robe and precious ancient bamboo fronds.
Salvador ... She decides that if be known or not. Personality and a strong stomach does not allow intruders. If it gives you is the drug of the spirit, strong in its magic, in his heart of drums, in its capricious gods, powerful Chameleon in its beauty that makes Lady and Slave, haughty and friendly, smiling and vindictive.
Once again explore my spirit by placing the backpack pending departure. Oh
Salvador three years ago I had no hurry to leave ... abandoned between the sheets of love and sweat, tears and fear and endless joy.
Today account of the minutes to lie down on your land alive, to breathe the bamboo at dawn and leave the voltage to your white sands.
voltage three years away, three years of changes and battles, three years of a great love, now, waiting for me with you.
are the roads of destiny, the links I found that large and powerful frungandomi shoes and in my heart.
of my soul Salvador, El Salvador of my fingers, my eyes, my smile. Salvador lens of my past, my full years of lessons, my projects, my past. Salvador and emotion of saudade, Salvador music and smells already known before to hear them.
Salvador words and sing sweet sound of the language, Salvador bad music and wonderful music, Salvador respect, deep understanding.
Salvador forest and Africa, dressed in white cloth and work and glass beads and pottery.
Salvador
of my heart.




His feet will touch
And will wet your hair
The blue water of the sea
un giorno i Tuoi pied
la sabbia bianca toccheranno
l'acqua azzurra and del mare
Bagner i capelli Tuoi

windows and doors will open
To see you come
And to feel at home
smiling will cry
Finestra and poise itself apriranno
vederti per arrivare nel sentirte
and home
sorridendo Piangerai

Underneath the curls of her hair
A story to tell
In a world so far
Underneath the curls of her hair
A hiccup and will
To stay a moment longer
Sotto ai Tuoi Riccioli
una storia di un
of raccontare mondo davvero far
Sotto ai Tuoi Riccioli
singhiozzo un e la Voglia di
starsene ancora un p
the '
lights and colorful
What you see now
On the streets where you walk
In the house you live
Le luci ei colori che vedi
adesso nelle strade dove
Cammin
dove vivi nella home

You look at everything and nothing makes him
be happy
You only wish now
back to its people
You and guardian tutto niente ti fa felice

Desideri soltanto tu
tornare tra la your people
You walk in the afternoon
And his sad look
Let it bleed chest
A longing, a dream
You attraverso il pomeriggio e il tuo sguardo
sad nel cuore
sanguinare
Lascia una nostalgia, un sogno

Um dia vou ver Você
Chege num smile
Pisando in Areia Branca
Que seu paraíso
One day you'll see a smile coming to


trampling on the white sand that is your Paradise


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