To Astrud
...A voice that still haunts me
and lives in my dreams
The first time I saw her
a boy of sixteen
She lived just a mile
from where I am now
A treasure so hidden
to whose memory I bow
The Samb...
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Categories:
gilberto, crush, fantasy, love, youth,
Form: Rhyme
Desafinado
...We sat on a quiet porch by moonlight splashed,
Wrapped in a static of faint cicada song,
Watching a horizon by city lights sashed,
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Categories:
gilberto, longing, music, night, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Ocean Mist Majestic
...morning cup of joe
morning kiss from the most enjoyably cold lips
no worries about worries
no plans to do thing according to plans
time is not even in the dictionary
we are making love to the st...
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Categories:
gilberto, freedom, happiness, joy, love,
Form: Free verse