paint my canvas with watercolor
instead of tears.
my brazil, my brother
come to me, aquarela.
i will find myself there, i know.
violin strings you pull, discordant they end
as i step around the glass, you spill, timing each foot that lands
let it flow
let it stumble
relentless life gives
steady my pulse offers
my brazil, my brother
come to me, aquarela.
i will find myself there, i know.
findings i hope for us both
maybe we come to see eachother
but there - i will be there,
regardless if you follow.
my brazil, my brother
come to me, aquarela.
i will find myself there,
i know.
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Author:
paperjam (
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I know that song well and spent much of my time in Brazil so I feel it as well nicely written, and it reads as a song itself
Great write
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