I like the sound of a guitar.
wich does not hurt the eardrums,
and sings satisfied moans as a lover
after much exchange of affection.
I love the song that brings back memories
of the pure love of youth
the stolen kiss in the movies
of hands caressing in the evening;
the furtive look at the girl's diary
to discover its secrets.
I love everything I've ever had,
do not cry for disappointments.
I have a way of life as those living
pleased to hear the music
blooming in their hearts.
Antonio Carlos Rocha
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