Metamorphosis There was nothing, but there was the spark; The desire for happine...

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Metamorphosis

There was nothing, but there was the spark;
The desire for happiness, the longing for completeness.
There was nothing yet, but out of nowhere, something started to grow
An intense, beautiful, nameless feeling.

Was it love? Passion? Desire? I don't know.
It wasn't just up to me to find him.
It was not something that could be imposed or demanded.
Or anything I could control.

I fed on that feeling, took good care of it.
I showed it to his inspirational owner.
It was hers, it was hers, and all it took was one word.
So we could find out your name together.

I called him everything: Love, Passion, Desire,
And I gave her her destiny.
But she called him Sin, Illusion, Cowardice,
And he gave it back to me without unwrapping it.

So I got this feeling
I wrapped him in the finest silk of intentions,
And I buried him in a fertile place,
Hiding it from everyone's eyes...

If it's just my heart,
He will soon rot under the earth,
It will crumble and dissolve into darkness,
Until one day, nothing else exists from that feeling.

If it's a treasure,
There he will remain, intact,
Waiting for someone more persistent,
The ransom and appreciate it

But if it's a seed,
Ah, soon it will sprout...
Bring me new life and new fruits,
And there will be no more hiding it!...

Automatically translated from Portuguese.

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*Metamorfose* Nada havia, mas havia a fagulha; O desejo de felicidade, a ânsia de completude. Nada ainda havia, mas, desse nada, algo começou a crescer Um sentimento intenso, bonito e sem nome. Era amor? Paixão? Desejo? Não sei; Não dependia apenas de mim descobri-lo. Não era algo que se pudesse impor ou exigir. Nem, tampouco, algo que eu pudesse controlar. Alimentei nesse sentimento, cuidei bem dele. O mostrei à sua dona e inspiradora. Era dela, era por ela, e bastava uma palavra Para que descobríssemos, juntos, o seu nome. O chamei de tudo: de Amor, Paixão, Desejo, E entreguei a ela o seu destino. Mas ela o chamou de Pecado, Ilusão, Covardia, E me devolveu, sem nem ao menos o desembrulhar. Então, peguei esse sentimento O envolvi na mais fina seda das intenções, E o enterrei em local fértil, Escondendo-o dos olhares de todos... Se for apenas o meu coração, Ele logo apodrecerá sob a terra, Irá se desfazer e se dissolver na escuridão, Até que, um dia, nada mais exista daquele sentimento. Se for um tesouro, Lá ele permanecerá, intacto, Aguardando que alguém, mais persistente, O resgate e lhe dê valor Mas, se for uma semente, Ah, em breve ele vai brotar... Trazer-me nova vida e novos frutos, E não haverá mais como escondê-lo!...

Romance nacional

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