Inquetaï¿½ï¿½o - flog.vip/fathimaallves

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Nas emoï¿½ï¿½es vividas do coraï¿½ï¿½o

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Esta passagem ï¿½ a mais sentida.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Por motivos que nï¿½o sei explicar

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Estï¿½ no encanto de te olhar,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Estï¿½ no sussurro de te escutar,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Estï¿½ no sabor de te sentir,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Estï¿½ na vontade de ser possuï¿½daï¿½

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ E de te possuir.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Sentimentos que foram atribuidos

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Sem nem mesmo o menor sentido

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Posso eu entender de onde tudo

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Isso vem e vai todos os dias.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Fechar os olhos e te olhar,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Respirar fundo e te sentir.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Tua presenï¿½a ï¿½ marcante...

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Nï¿½o sei explicar.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Nem ao menos nome posso dar

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ A este sentimento tï¿½o confuso

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Que me dï¿½ felicidade

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ E ao mesmo tempo tanto medo.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Medo do teu nï¿½o entender,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Medo do teu medo que ï¿½ sentido,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Medo da tua ausï¿½ncia,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Medo da distï¿½ncia,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Medo do medo que sinto.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Medo sim,

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Inexplicavelmente...

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Medo de um dia

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Sem querer

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ TE AMAR; perdidamente.

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ Fï¿½THIMA ALLVES

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ DIREITO AUTORAL RESERVADO-

ï¿½ ï¿½ ï¿½ (LEI Nï¿½MERO 9610/98 ART. 184)