Distante are you.
Atrás de mim.
Too far from me,
From the words I hear you speak.
“Close your eyes, mami…” Falou.
You tell me of your love,
From behind,
And what you’ll do to me,
Over Porto,
Da mar.
I hear your breath closer now,
Mi amor.
“Neshama sheli”, falou.
My sea,
And between,
Your feet now.
I lean back into you,
With breeze coming across,
From Spain,
Across my face as you,
Move me to look up at you.
Behind me, closer, falou,
Looking out, we, to a Portuguese sea.
You, me, blue, in a room,
“Fazer tudo,” he speaks.

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