The sea is calm
but the wind is furious.
The sailor told me:
"Don't be so curious".
I sat and waited
with my coat and my gloves.
And I forgot everything
except my love.
The wind is getting worse
and my hands are cold.
I need my love
and her hands to hold.
Tonight, the sailor and I
are drinking wine
and asking why
it looks so fine.
Autor: Lucas Braga
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