And Maria looked out and disappeared in her mind in the wake of the sailors beyond? of the horizon.
And Maria looked inside the pockets of the strangers
and she dreamed at every meeting of clinging to the wind
to go away. everything, even how to poison
with the mouth, with the chest, to scratch like a cat.
And will you leave Maria? very little to that man who was sleeping
a trail of good perfume on the seashore and away.
And so he left? with no idea where to go,
she landed in a thousand ports, ports to forget
Maria overseas tide there? always another sea
and more?.
Mary tide with the shadows more? love in the heart
and more, and more.
And Mary did not meet? never good and intelligent hearts,
only the chest of the bad, tattooed with snakes.
And Mary, the princess was too red a rose
to be able to be touched by loveless loves.
And so he left? with the idea of u200bu200bwhere to go
walk? on the tide, she took the wave and hugged it?. Maria tide under the sea there? more and more sea
and more. Mary tide sink? a bit like flying
and more, and more.
On nights with too much moon
when the past dances with the present
on the island in the current
is there? who sees Mary returning to her first beach.
Maria, the wild queen mermaid,
sweet and stinging rain on the heart,
cheerful, unfortunate and fast like a flying fish,
star that heaven makes a mistake and falls,
innocent deceiver.
Mary who dreamed of everything and nothing,
but? it's always better to dream too much than not to dream
and? better to live for an hour than never to have been born
ed? better to be unforgettable
than forgotten.