
entreabres as copas
deitas-te
na maciez
da noite
semi-aberta
em par e
despertas
Escultural devaneio
You are my personal possession,
You're mine alone
You are my personal possession,
My very own.
Nobody else must kiss you but me,
Nobody else must miss you but me.
Nobody must dream of you but me,
And nobody else must love you but me.
You're my personal possession,
That's what you are.
You're my magnificent obsession,
My lucky star.
I own you exclusively,
Darling, you belong to me.
You're my personal possession,
My precious love!
(Background vocals:)
(Nobody else must kiss you but me,
Nobody else must miss you but me.
Nobody must dream of you but me)
(Nat:)
And nobody else must love you but me.
You're my personal possession,
That's what you are.
You're my magnificent obsession,
My lucky star.
I own you exclusively,
Darling, you belong to me.
You're my personal possession,
My precious love!
♏
Nat King Cole
2 comments:
As copas das arvores são trajectos deliciosos, vê-se o fluir dos olhos a tocarem o fôlego, na abertura da escuridão ao desassossego
:)São muros macios que se infiltram na corrente de lava.
Magnetikiss;)
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