Memories of being dressed only with sand,
Walking to my Atlantic Sea.
Singing and dancing with Diamanjá.
And Her son kissing my soul
In love by my own Reflection.
Memories...
Of dreaming together the destiny,
Kissing the stars, plating seeds
of love in our hearts.
Weaving Karma by making love
In only one mystery of grace.
Memories...
Of being in trance by your presence,
And feeling drunk by your nectar.
That electricity running in our souls
Of pure waves surfed by the Cosmos.
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