Endless summer

 

 

Stop expecting

 

 

I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey.
A piercing joy that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

[Anaïs Nin]

I want to say I miss you

The nearness of you

 

 

 

It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no

It's just the nearness of you

 

It isn't your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation, oh no

It's just the nearness of you

When you're in my arms

And I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight

And to feel in the night the nearness of you

When you're in my arms
And I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams come true

 

I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you'll only grant me the right
To hold you ever so tight

And to feel in the night the nearness of you

 

The nearness of you

Oh, when you hear me, honey baby

 

 

You know you're my one desire
Yes, you are, oh my.

 

 

Passion fruit

 

 

 

«Eu não parava de falar. Narrava minúcias biográficas, lembrava teoremas de geometria, dizia-te os nomes das árvores. Eu queria dizer-te tudo. Tudo o que sabia e tinha aprendido durante anos talvez ainda servisse para alguma coisa. Julgava eu que era a maneira mais segura de te prender a mim porque uma coisa pede outra, uma palavra pede outra palavra, uma história outra história, um fim outro fim. E enquanto não terminasse tu ias querer saber o resto.»

 

 

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